Wednesday, 23 January 2019

A Poem a Day (92): Jacob


He toes the line,
Walking it backwards,
A heady insouciance
Long taken for granted.

These days stretch countless,
Wide open for the taking,
Long drawn-out summers
Sleeping in an expanse of corn.

He eyes the swallow’s echo,
Full knowing its endless search
For the next resting place,
Scouting the dipping breeze.

A grey driftwood sign points
Northward, but he cranes
His head to the whispering south,
Forever pulled back.

Copyright January 21, 2019

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