Missing You II

And here is the second poem from the new cycle:

II.

I place my hand to the horizon and measure the course
of the sun as it rises and sets. rises and sets.
an inconstant friend, this orb of fire.
inconstant measured next to my desire
to stand with you and see what time and trial begets.
you are far from me but your soft light is a fixed source.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

I like the gentle sense of this work.