How the Sun


How the sun has gone across the sky
Many times while I have stood my ground—
This I find surprising, as I would not think
Myself to be the kind of creature who remains
In place, when each and every landmark
Has been changed by time's persistent pace.

I always see the two of us together,
Not apart, whatever season of the heart
Is thrumming on our walls, or bringing
Us alyssum scent, abundant and snow-white.

All the years become an introduction to
Your laughter and your will, which rises
Like a mountain stream to follow its desire
For what is best and brings us rest;
The moments have been more than full
With you, and what I most wish to recall.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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