I saw my shadow in the light of a low sun.
It appeared a great thing
covering miles of grass.
My eyes filled with tears
and I lost myself to wonder.
In the absence of perspective
I thought the ground a mirror.
Monthly Archives: March 2016
A Good Place
This is a good place.
The ground is cold and puddled,
ice still skins the shady spots,
the sun low, but rising.
Tomorrow maybe,
or a week from now,
I’ll return to this very spot
and find it foreign
if I notice it at all.