In the middle of everything…

In the middle of everything
Walking winter streets
With an empty drinking glass


In this imagined
Small city
With a great library
Of philosophy


Sitting alone
Future outcomes
In the fingers
Of my gloves


Call me when
You’re ready
To talk about
Poetry as
What can’t be said
Out loud


In the middle of everything
Trees tell the time
The dappled trees


Talking a great deal
About the nature of life
Without vocabulary


Seeing what can be had
(Even blind)
Before it all
Goes away


Moon snow laughter
Its not winter
Its the heart’s shared ice

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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