Here and Aloft

Another summer has come
undone; with undue
hurry, harried clouds
rush autumn along.

I sit unsettled
by this season’s evaporation:
time’s rising like water
now made mist, the
ungraspable ever
more evasive yet
grasping me.

Even so, squirreled away nuts and seeds
remind me of my pantry and that I too
am both root and fog, both
here and aloft.

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14 thoughts on “Here and Aloft

  1. dianerivers says:

    “I sit unsettled
    by this season’s evaporation:”
    Yes and yes. How true, and what a beautiful way to express it. I feel it – “the time’s rising, like water now made mist” and it makes me a bit sad, at least until the “even so”. You have such a way with words – you say it and I recognize it immediately as something I’ve known deeply but had not been able to express. Thank you for sharing your gift.

  2. shoreacres says:

    I do love the line,
    Another summer has come
    undone…

    Shoelaces come undone. Fancy hair styles come undone. Buttons come undone. “Coming undone” turns summer into a slightly rumpled season who’s more than ready to turn away from the stove and put her feet up.

    I like to imagine her sitting “here,” while her thoughts travel aloft.

  3. Denise Hisey says:

    Aloft…sounds dreamy 🙂
    Summer was hectic, I’m looking forward to a slower pace this fall.

  4. jannatwrites says:

    This was an amazing, reflective poem and I enjoyed the entire piece, but absolutely fell in love with the last 2 lines!

  5. I like the alliteration in the second stanza and the ending, A.

  6. diannegray says:

    Absolutely lovely and poignant, Allen 😀

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