We share the same mind
and timid sorrows
the same lights and breezes,
the same nights in which no one
looked up to notice the stars
turning in the distant past.
We go in and sit in lamplight,
call on love and other incantations
to keep us here
and anchored to the earth.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
2016
Thank you, Carol. It feels good to post something that … feels.
Intriguing. I keep going back to “timid sorrows,” “other incantations,” and “anchored.” Yes, yes, and yes..