Gerald Solomon USA
View From The Hill
But those prime
candours of lone experience—
with wonder,
misgivings, both!
To keep them, your
perceptions, decide:
what you tell
yourself you will uphold...
Breezy this morning,
up on our local hill.
Looking down to
Pitstone's vacant ponds—
dark glass, and
implicate a passing sky.
Something not
understood expected there...
Necessary order,
imposed.
Still, between this
book and the far view
from this bench in
an untidy yard,
I'm sure of my
garden fence, neighbour houses.
A determined bee
hums by, following instructions.
I share it's
flight-path, that is all.
But a qualm, as if
some loose echo
blurts in my inner
ear.
© Copyright, 2012,
Gerald Solomon. |