Max Reif Poems
(03new!) Beyond The Hills
I gazed across the valley
at the mute, brown hills beyond,
dappled with dark, round, oaks,
that remind me of Africa's veld.
'What lies beyond you, hills? '
I asked, trying to peer
with imagination's eye
beyond and beyond and beyond,
into the heart of the world.
But the mist of my small, measured mind,
the haze of my limited life
grabbed onto the hills as I peered,
and I could not see beyond.
When a new woman enters my life,
the time comes to introduce her
to the python of personal history
that I keep around as a pet.
I'm almost 58 now,
and the darn thing
has grown quite long!