In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

It’s Fall

As if I weren’t
already
paying
enough
attention

Life

tapped me
once more
on the shoulder.

“Pay
attention,

dammit,

You’re dying

one day
at a time.”

And I paid

attention,
and more,

and the sun was shining,
and the air crisp

golden, fallen leaves
encircled
a barren tree

and it was
almost like
I wasn’t
dying

at all.

Loren

Comments

Is that yours? That’s really nice, Loren.

Really nice.

Shelley — 1:18 pm November 17, 2004

Yep, that’s mine,

Thanks.

Must be the Emily Dickinson, Robert Lax coming out.

loren — 1:32 pm November 17, 2004

You dirty dog. I’ve wondered how you could be so involved in it all and never proffer any of your own. I liked it. It’s probably my slap in the face for the week. I’m glad it didn’t stink so that I didn’t have to choke on it. Speaking lightly, of course.

Ron — 2:28 pm November 17, 2004

One of the main reasons I don’t post them is that I’m seldom satisfied with them and want to revise them, Ron.

By the time I’ve revised them often enough to feel comfortable with them, they’re long since stored away.

loren — 9:59 pm November 18, 2004