Collection

 

if only I could remember you
what you showed me when
my sight was dimmer
than the lost caves
of my youth
in my usual stumble
I see impenetrable clouds towering
brilliantly impossibly blue they collect me
push me to the edge of this
did you ask me 

what they were

what they mean

wonder aloud about my helpless soul
and below me sweetgum and sassafras
easy growing willows sway

a mottled sun trapped 

in the knotted grass

of collected

puddled
rain

 

Collection
jppestana
8..23..2020