Midlife Reflections Midday on a June Road
6/28
It is midpoint between day and night
In the still quietude of June afternoon
Two seasons have passed
Two seasons to go
And so, while the cicadas pulse in the cornfields surrounding me,
I pause to take stock. Tie my shoes. Pull up my socks.
Dust off my shoulders and slap my hat.
I'll not tarry too long before I hit the road again
And this moment is lost to all but these chicken scratches
But for now, I smell the air
And realize that this is all there is
All there ever was or is likely to be
Life
Happening now in a theater near you
In a cubicle, carport, lunch counter, truck stop
There.
If you take a long, slow breath
Hold it in
And squint till you can't see but a faint shadow through your eye lashes
There, you just might see it
For yourself
-
www.myspace.com/lonoh nderspokenword
www.myspace.com/ rheinsbrickleymusicfromthevaul t
www.timbrickley.com
Learn more about this author, David Rheins.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
by Ned White
PUGET SOUND
Note: get spaghetti.
Each taut strand grown to perfect boxable length
in sunny Tuscany at harvest time in those
by April Self
What is solitude?
The joy of being alone?
Tranquility beckons.
It whispers words of intrigue.
Silence and still.
A muted lullaby.
Soothes
SONNET# 19 ON SOLITUDE
I dare to find joy in my solitude.
Others could think of it as loneliness.
I can regard it with deep
by ek ellis
Journey into the unknown
The macabre mystic power
Warriors of old
Journey to the depths of
Your soul
The spirit world
by Larry Terry
LIVING IN A CUBE
Locked inside white walls, like inside a cube;
Barely enough room to breathe, it is not very huge.
Walls are
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Solitude
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Solitude?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
Chesapeake Service Systems (CSS) has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Browse C...more
hide