Moths
Adrift in the liberating, late light
of August, delicate, frivolous,
they make their way to my front porch
and flutter near the glassed-in bulb,
translucent as a thought suddenly
wondered aloud, illumining the air
that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk.
You and I are doing our best
at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear
of what we'd like to say.
You leave, and the night becomes
cluttered with moths, some tattered,
their dumbly curious filaments
startling against my cheek. How quickly,
instinctively, I brush them away.
Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness
like pale reminders of ourselves.
Others seem to want so desperately
to get inside. Months later, I'll find
the woolens, snug in their resting places,
full of missing pieces.
Adrift in the liberating, late light
of August, delicate, frivolous,
they make their way to my front porch
and flutter near the glassed-in bulb,
translucent as a thought suddenly
wondered aloud, illumining the air
that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk.
You and I are doing our best
at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear
of what we'd like to say.
You leave, and the night becomes
cluttered with moths, some tattered,
their dumbly curious filaments
startling against my cheek. How quickly,
instinctively, I brush them away.
Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness
like pale reminders of ourselves.
Others seem to want so desperately
to get inside. Months later, I'll find
the woolens, snug in their resting places,
full of missing pieces.
Source: Poetry Magazine
In spite of the seemingly endless bad news, the sad checkbook balances and the fear of living under an unchecked, lawless government, I still hope everyone has had a pleasant day.
I am afraid the sec great depression is here to stay-----
ReplyDeleteThe rats will never leave.
@Patsy ~ It sure seems that way! Depends on Who's Next in the presidential lineup. Keep praying that Rand Paul, Huckabee and other nobel men can come to the rescue this approaching election cycle.
ReplyDeleteIt is that time of year that they all 'come out' for sure. If there is a fly or mosquito in Tennessee, it will find me and bite. Enjoyed the poem. Our country had better wake up as we are going down the drain. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteOh Lordy..you really don't want me to get going on the government do you? This Rancher thing has us up in a tizzy!!! ANYWAYS--Guess what? Flip flop weather here!!! Lord only knows how long that will last. Blessings
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