November 24, 2017Poem
Barely a moment
lossnaturecitypoliticsmemorytime
Barely a moment
To believe
A thankless wind
Whistles
Through the cracks
In my soul
It makes a liar
Out of summer
The solidity of home
So much more
Than a flicker of disapproval
Will cross this path
As the candle burns
Snuff it out
Along with the light
Leave the darkness
As a companion
If only I was lonely
It would be a feeling
To hold onto
In the drift
Between times
Lost is a place
Without time enough
To breathe
The clock ticks
A slow hand
With little to move it
Forward
All hangs in the balance
Should the blind
Be loosed from mine eyes
What would be
Left to see
Of what once was me.