ontheshore POEM

A poem, part of the anthology The 2nd Burden

Somehow, I feel soluble

The impermanence of boundaries 

I whisper this to the smooth 

entrance stone Glad of 

the existence of others within me

Glad that, perhaps, someone

will carry that shard

That element 

A refuge of blood and bone;

no finer place to dwell

Human

always home

for summoning, across the seas 

a wind rustling through the trees

we go sometimes with the sentries 

Kafka - remember me 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

These are great, my talented, poetic friend. Enjoying.