I’m called to climb the bare-branched tree,
Whose emerald leaves are long-deceased,
And from its withered height I see
The arid moon, whose brow is creased
By folds of clouds that veil her face--
A modest bride left solitaire--
Within that lonesome, silent place,
Before the altar in the air.
Yet poised between the earth and moon--
A mariner on watch at sea--
Another day is dawning soon,
And there is time and hope for me.
John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards. As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.