DocAndersen
There on the hill
we had climbed for days
weeks
perhaps a solitary year
the last rays of today
falling around us like leaves
in the fall
the air
filled and empty. as
looking for a spot
to rest
to sit
to recline perhaps?
In stopping
we cannot resume now
what we hold
no longer
portable.
Dragging us to the ground
we grab at the last vestiges to today’s sun
and missing
fall to the ground
exhausted but not yet there.
Sandler Boggs, 1995
Incredible wording Doc. I could feel myself drawn into the poem. You have written well to get that sort of reaction. And the photo??
The photo is from my senior year in high school. Thanks, Carol!
Oh my, you were a handsome senior.
Sounds like great Doc 🙂
Thanks, Hamza I am glad you liked the poem.