I TAKE UP MY POSITION
I’m loved and yet…
I’ve money enough and health enough and yet…
am respected, honored even and yet…
tempestuous appetites diminish
as lovely misty silent hues line the evening horizon
suffuse the body
like the fingers of a vaporous masseuse
and time gets by on soothing light
the quietest, most peaceful days of all and yet…
the heaven of being who am where I am and yet…
the apple blooms fully red
ripe and insolent
taunting me from its tree.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter.