"Solstice"

I'm sure you'd know

You saw everything

But sometimes I wonder

Were your eyes open that day?



I felt what was wrong

Did what I thought was right

Then it rained

Rained so hard

I couldn't quench my thirst

Or dry myself off



I fell again

Lead by the blind

Strained

Footing

Not sound

Beneath leaves

And moss



I sank the daylight

Into purgatory

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I am just now beginning to browse your gallery of poems. I have seen a couple, briefly, but I want to read each and every one over the next several days (or weeks, possibly). I am old, still recovering from major heart surgery, and I have slowed down considerably. But your poems have the right stuff, or the kind of stuff, that speaks to my heart, and I look forward to much more of your exquisitely worded poetry.


Starward