Sunday, June 6, 2021

Poem by Keith Holyoak

 

Keith Holyoak

 

Out of Kilter

 

All day the world felt just a bit off

balance. And yet, nothing was really wrong—

the late summer sun shone at least as bright

as yesterday (though not for quite so long).

Barbecue weather—kind of day to loaf

outside, tracking a hummingbird in flight.

 

The sun blazed crimson, dimmed, and then was gone.

Tonight, lying beside my wife, I caught

a knife-edged moon peering at us. I held her

tight to my chest, as though we both might float

away without seeing another dawn.

Hard to sleep when the world’s gone out of kilter….

 

Been meaning to catch up—figured to give

you a call soon.  Your voice inside my head

retells a story. Smiling, I’m amused to

hear it again—till I recall instead

how this day was the first I’ve been alive

when you are not.  Takes some getting used to.

 

in memory of Edward E. Smith, 1940-2012

 

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Poem by Keith Holyoak

  Keith Holyoak   Out of Kilter   All day the world felt just a bit off balance. And yet, nothing was really wrong— the late sum...