The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by John Delaney
In the Open
I look for treasures out in the open—
sea glass, shells, a beach-tumbled, wave-turned stone— no digging beneath the surface for clams: much seeks to stay hidden or left alone. I listen for words so clearly spoken— “good morning, John,” “what’s up?”, “the sky is blue”— their meaning has no drift, subtext, or tone: just thoughtful or thought-provoking and true. I tend to things before they get broken— a weak-spined book, my heart, a worn-out tire— no hunting for the proverbial clue: the consequences are often prior. Always, I love what I put my hope in— small adventures, planting a tree, a kiss— no wasted waiting for time to expire: no moment is more important than this. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |