I must rush now
the day speeds away
when it occurs to me
my world around me is larger
than I think it is
despite my place
attached to my elderly mother
a fleshy ball with an invisible chain
of memories and feelings
There were times I ventured
beyond these walls
and thought myself so fortunate
to have met so many people
and let my body brag and dance
away from this creek and valley
Those experiences inspired very little
and pushed no words to the creamy top
of that murky milky life
There is much more for me in the quiet
and the shade of the evergreens
than all the pain the beyond created
Because here I can finally see
the dried leaves of the woodbine
that hangs on the screen
the patches of snow
that remain through the winter
and the water that swirls and roils
through the backyard
even if only through
a few dirty windows
which sun barely slides
Copyright © 2011 by Barry G. Wick
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