Time
at any moment
time seems
without
substance or form
like
air passing between
opened fingers
sensed not seen
in the interval
between events
present in memory
among us not of
us
as a bird
tracing an arc above
erasing his shadow
below
or a light
cutting a
furrow
through the dark
David Sermersheim
taught at The Hotchkiss School (Ct.) for 33 years. His poems have been published in The Aurorean, Ancient Paths, Sacred Journeys,
Iodine Review, Poetry Pacific, Miller’s Pond” and other journals and
quarterlies. He was a MacDowell Fellow and has a book, Meditations, listed on Amazon. He lives in Westbrook,
Connecticut.
Dear David Sermersheim of the U.S. Good timing on "Time"
ReplyDeleteHistory bears out a lot of what you write. To me
Time fly's on the wings of lighting, going by
way too fast. Good recorded thoughts.
Yancy
Dear David,
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the images you create through your poetic craft.
Thank you,
Michael
Ejoyued your poem David, thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteAn ample meditation...
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