By Kay Johnston
Salmon Arm, BC
To be here alone, in the depth of day,
Is for me a time of peace,
A time to search the corners of my soul
As the cool, golden orb, floats
Down far below the lake, below my mind.
Long fingers of twilight, gentle soft,
Curl quiet through my mind as
I wander paths not used to tread of thought,
Exploring, reaching out to touch
With wonder to find — I know not what.
I sink to sleep, withdraw deep, to soft dark.
To Be Here Alone,
Copyright © Kay Johnston, 2020