Caught the sunrise, thinking, “I could share!”
The sky, rain-cleared, is what we need to see!
An older man walks by with rigid stare,
Straight-forward, missing all, including me.
I wonder if I lived here all the time
If worries would consume my gait, this walk?
Or is this love affair with you sublime
Because these subtle moments cannot talk?
More honest, I suppose, is where I look—
The gulls, a robin, and those sulking crows,
Predictors of the day—and oh, the book!
And where my heart lands firmly, heaven knows.
I hold these times alone in high regard,
But time to leave now, got to cut the yard.
Written on 5.20.12
Kay Weeks and posted on 6.15.12