June 29*

in winter
things are close, insular
dark.
i meditate, write.
introvert.

but summer

stretches far beyond my reach
boundaries evaporating in evanescent shimmers of light.
i just want to move, touch, do.
with no thought, no reason
no prayer.

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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