Beached Poem by Barry Middleton

Beached



they were like a well for me
I fell deeply into the warm air

more than hatred of the cold
the tropics were magnetized

too weak to flee this sorcery
I languished in shady wisdom

I worshiped an August breeze
until the heat had vanished

now a cooler night threatens
and sleep surrenders to fear

but the sun will rise again
warm sand beneath my feet

Beached
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: home,serenity,tropics
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