Yes
Meanwhile I have been:
cutting back brambles
where they clutch at the passing skin;
watching a golden sun
failing to find a cloud to hide within;
seeing your face
forgetting to be tired
and shining out across the decades
then hesitating,
(a tight-rope walker above Niagara):
walking in the Druids’ Grove
among ancient oaks in the cool of the day;
sitting in the French Gardens
as evening fades into mothlight
and the magnolia shines
and the last of the visitors
has long since gone.
Yes.
I have been
I am.
poem by Brian Taylor
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