Afternoon Sunlight by Susy Morris

Missed Connections in Western Massachusetts

An Attempt

I.
You grow more and more beautiful with time
Your gait is a dance
O, where did we meet?
Ethereal, not wholly divine
I am mistaken.
You will never let me claim thee as mine
Your immortality is not something I contest

II.
Our souls have played many characters
Kind people of all genders, fleeting
I will know you again and again
Both here and there
I know not where you come from?
In this speech marked with credulity
Spilled wine and hurt feelings
The pulse of life like a drum

III.
I wish to know you
Some blight of insanity will take me
And you will understand that I am not crude
I fear you mostly
Your hand and your mind
Do not touch me with instruments of deceit
May I know you closely?

Her Two Cents

I love the texture in Susy Morris’ photo “Afternoon Sunlight.” The up-close detail of the bedding, combined with the hazy images of the space beyond, is inviting and comforting in a sensual way. Like today’s poem from Western Massachusetts, it asks the question, “May I know you closely?” and waits for our response.

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