Break

[fdelano]

Break

 

 

Comfortable in the shade on my deck,

 

cold libation in hand, I enjoy the light

 

westerly breeze passing through crystal

 

clear air.

 

 

Across one green valley, I push aside

 

the heavy curtain of mountains, a little

 

more blue than the backdrop of sky,

 

for a peek at the next valley alike.

 

 

I stop to examine the stone foundation

 

of Act One, its lines that change

 

by the minute, impossible to memorize

 

for more than seconds.

 

 

I drop the shale and even granite folds

 

to float back near the surface, the greens

 

becoming lighter as the blue air mixes

 

and blends smoothly.

 

 

All around me, forms built and grown

 

over too many years soak into my

 

thoughts, soothing, comfortable,

 

familiar and protecting.

 

 

My drink has grown warm.

[tonyv]

Franklin, sometimes I feel like I'm there, too. It must come with age (seriously, no offense meant). I look back on my own years, upon times when everything seemed to be more turbulent, from a present "soothing, comfortable, familiar and protecting" place and realize My drink has grown warm. I love this poem.