Week 3/Day 3. The evening after my father’s funeral (a poem)

This is my third poem of week three of the online retreat. I went off-prompt for this one.

There’s a cuticle moon tonight

Its amber tinge may or may not
be the gauze of my curtains

That the waxing gibbous has diminished
is not a surprise

Most of us don’t go that far back
but we do remember how bright it was
and, sometimes, the wishes we made

Words can’t do the feeling justice
or bring back the light

The feeling itself may fade
until what remains is only what we remember

So we place stones on cloudy days
to mark our visits
and remember for as long as we can

(21 October 2020)

Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore.

Information about my other books can be found here.

Ordinary Average Thoughts