Relegating another spring

To the caves of memory

This new summer has begun to settle

With its calm, stilling heat

Past my mind and into my flesh

I darken steadily so as to glow

Imperceptibly richer being filled with light

and warmth transmuted and sanctified

By my only temple

 

 

This ground beneath me

Beginning to bake then break

Its well hidden secrets

Long for their sacred moment of revelation

 

 

And today this glorious summer’s sky

Reminds me of picnics and parades,

Baseball games and the blessing

Of times gone by

When lying in grass and losing

Myself in the sky was a habit

Not a vice

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2004

 

 

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