Sunlight and the Saucer
It has all been said before, nothing is new.
I write these words and hold them
for a while, connecting me to here.
Then they snap free as I move on - each
word falling motionless on a page or asleep
in some silicone twilight waiting
to be retrieved. Too soon all will begin
to disintegrate, be deleted or thrown away.
I would like to be eased out of here
and become what I see. That soft light
falling outside my window anointing
the first fragile leaves, its joyous dance
in a saucer that the rain filled last night.
Nothing there seems to wish for more,
just a moment to inhabit and an audience
in me.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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