tally

last  night a high white moon
backlit the clouds with silver
it was day out there -
all things visible -
it was so bright

cold day in the light
pale china skies, biting
winds, season turns

more plans on paper
ideas from the head have to
translate to the hands
which insist
on sitting idle

years of lash and sweat,
straining, have led me to
stasis and not
wanting to move

the gaze roves though
appreciating, drinking
the tally of my love

previous poem

next poem