A tale of two souls

I looked through
the glass once, and I noticed
your soul moving quietly
wonderfully, methodically
from room to room
occasionally pausing to
move some small pieces
of furniture, to try on
new clothes, to adjust
‘Cupid with Butterfly’
above the headboard,
to return Kant to the
bookshelf, and
to position the blinds for
late afternoon sun,

and you have
caught me too, an Old Soul
with creaky bones and
hardened liver, moving
cautiously down the steps
to the basement, groping
in the dark, hoping to find
the light switch, hoping the
bulb still has life, hoping
the floor isn’t damp and
the electrical panel has
survived the storm.

3 thoughts on “A tale of two souls

  1. Hi Ed, I loved this poem. I really like how you capture ‘ordinary things'( that ‘make a life’) … it seeems to make these things somehow more meaningful…not just random or purposeless… You are gifted in so many ways… Thanks for sharing… me

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