Joshua

The poem below was inspired by a poem written by Jane Kenyon, and dedicated to my son Joshua

I hope it shows the respect I feel for all of her works, as well as all I feel for him.
She was an inspiration, he continues to be much the same.


In the Grove: The poet at Thirty

She saw him stretch;
long and lean -
the timothy bowing to his form.

A plane rattled the window,
sliced the lone cloud -
one shape bending the next.

Silent he shifted visions.

Somehow, before awe
turned intrusion, she left him
to his day.