Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Gravity



Through this little window
Days unfold and head my way.
I've counted whales and sail boats,
Watched roofs and eagles fly away.

Every day for twenty years,
I have witnessed drops of rain,
Hurricane winds, a ray of sun
Then watched it rain again.

Exit cycles of my loved and lost,
Include those I cherish still…
The moon, my one last stalker,
Revisits my window sill.

Aware that it’s not personal,
Just obeying its orbital duty,
I never fail to feel the awe;
The pulling gravity of beauty.


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