POETRY FORMAT, 18 Sep 2017
I was watching the mist with you
It spread over the brim of the cliffs,
Eaves that drooped and disappeared
Once the sun began to show
No use to climb, or try, again,
The angles had been shorn:
Better to lie and gaze for now,
The heights in their harmony,
We on our bed in the browning grass
A thickness of stars
Pressed the questions out of us
And the tarn was close,
Its surface every bit a wonder
To cross it led to nowhere new
Except for lifting up the oars,
Except for lingering: why not?
There was space between the circling trees,
Another stream, untrodden splintered paths
To choose when we had time
Enough of autumn chill and breaking days
And night, and night
Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace, Development and Environment, an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at email@example.com.
This article originally appeared on Transcend Media Service (TMS) on 18 Sep 2017.
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