by Glenn Currier
How often I miss the in between
focused as I am on the goal
instead of the here
in between last night and tonight
yesterday's tears for my injured brother
and my desire to call my dying cousin
you are here
this eternal moment.
Posted on 05/28/2012
Copyright © 2021 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 05/30/12 at 04:44 PM|
Most of all the important stuff takes place inside whether storm, love, or lonliness! Nice write Glenn.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/06/12 at 06:40 PM|
"I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail..." Nice write. Thanks.