Seeing Nothing to Hold

Stray One

Breathing summer nights

of endless stars and noisy silence

sighing a frenzied dance of stillness

homeless and loveless

an eternity from heaven

Once below a present time,

he might have

made a difference

had a purpose

an identity

But now,

air is his haunt

ground his rest

remains his unfill

Others stare through cares

not his

He knows his memory

dreams

past

reality

and hears a humming infinity in each moment

bound to earth

as a dog

             -Me

Prayers for eyes to see hope. . . for all of us.

This blog post is part of a series of writing (May 31-June 2012) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about holding on and letting go.   tbergland.blogspot.com