Wednesday, July 05, 2006


There you are, saying much,
doing much

The light falls
where it is

How we sometimes
say things we don’t mean

to stay near
what we love

That sudden shyness
of being somewhere

we want to be
just to be


Helen Losse said...

Nice. Especially the last stanza. I was just working on a poem called "To Be," but what you have said is nicer.

Jill said...

Thanks helen. nice to know about your poem.