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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