Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Psalm 139
I return, again and again
to the same old psalm,
the same reassurance,
the same assertion.
Where can I go
to get away from You?
Nowhere. Nowhere.
Although I haven't commented on the poems you've been posting lately (until now!), I've been reading them with unflagging interest and with profound appreciation. Thank you for sharing them.
Although I haven't commented on the poems you've been posting lately (until now!), I've been reading them with unflagging interest and with profound appreciation. Thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Thomas! I suspect my work of late is a bit half-baked, but I'm very grateful you continue to enjoy it!
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