Florida derby
Once, I wanted to paint
but the canvas
wasn’t there
I found, instead
just an old bed sheet
that someone
had left out in the
early morning
Miami rain…
…poor visibility
and cataracts
cloud my
judgement.
I
find comfort in
your arms when
the weather beats
against the shutters,
when the old
drunks clatter
down the street
at 4AM
when there is
a truck abandoned
at the end of the block
with its lights still on
when
a life is lost
or
a soul forgotten.
I think of
a shipwreck
twenty years ago
…I dream of youth
and riding the finest
horse in the world
across the finish line.
We’ve never lost have we?
I am trying to come to peace with memories that make me sad. A poem like yours helps me hop back on the horse and get free. Finding comfort in a cuddle or in a symbol.
Thank you so much for your comment. Recent events in my life have not left me much time to blog here, but I am glad you are still stopping by, Ellen.