Collection

if I could only 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

did you ask me 

what they were

and below me sweetgum and sassafras

easy growing willows

a mottled sun straining to be seen 

in the last days 

of collected

puddled 

rain

Collection

jppestana

8..23..2020