Human Contact

I watched

the river run

with my pet pine

growing from a boulder

on the shoulders of the woods

where you could be forgiven

for forgetting God is good

I might be what stars are seeing

twinkling object

spotted from space

or the last staticky trace

from when the radio folks

recorded my name

we don't have the same sane

some of us all in it

and others miles away

I stood naked

no stitch in time

to mask my mind

looking back on a past

that left me behind (and I thought)

"it's sure a pretty precarious life"

a short but handsome existence

you glance in the mirror

till you like what looks back

furtive forgiveness, faltering faith

for what your loving lacks

you are your most

human

contact

 

October 11, 2021

South Tremont, Nova Scotia

 

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