I the Fool I Breathe


jp melville, ellen beeken, poems, elora, ottawa, canada




I the Fool I Breathe
2019
jp melville


I  the fool.

Waiting for the kiss to rinse away worry.

Waking, to open my eyes and beside me is eternity, sleeping,

hallowed in the morning's early light.

Listening for laughter, a song wakening, to surge with joy, smiling.

Thirsting for childhood’s innocence.

Hungering to taste the forest’s earth scent mystery.

Desiring wind sweeping grasses of open prairie.

Lusting for woman, content, fecund, and full.

This, I the fool, I breathe.

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