Monday, July 9, 2012

Passed the Daughter Test

I never know if the rare poem hat enters is my life will be a life long friend or an insufferable bore that should be shown the door asap with with my parting words of "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out" chasing the verse down the street. This one passed the critical daughter test. A Summer Afternoon The feel of mountain grass beneath our backs Our bodies curving with the orbit of the earth The sight of the timeless God Disguised in cloud rainments Billowing arms outstretched The aroma of the eternal sun fills our lungs As it slowly climbs over towering green cliffs We look at each other-trembling "How long can you hold your breath?" I ask "How long can you hold me?" she answers