Sunday, June 14, 2020

Lunatic: The Confessions of E. Allen Rockford

My Sense is Real


Standing alone among the trees
and the wind, my senses become
alive with a childlike wonder and awe.

And a form of communication begins
between a man’s soul and the nature
he has been given to revel in.

A bird ascends and perches.

Suddenly that single bird becomes
everything, everything that has ever
happened in his life, every sad thing
every beautiful thing that has ever existed
and died. Rain drips from the sky. 

Startle me cold but more alive.


© 2020 James Eric Watkins

No comments:

Post a Comment