1.31.2006

In the air

how easily
i fall asleep
in the embrace
of the winged
beast
that takes me
from home.

floating
above quilts
of grain
flecks
of forest
and the scales
of the sea

i yearn
for the arms
of the one i love

and the sheltered
truce
of home,
the only antidote

for loneliness.

still,
i am grateful
for the sensation
of departure

the promise of arrival

the renewal
of my repeated returns
and the rebirth
of gratitude

to live alongside
its soulmate,
wonder.

--Mr. Gobley

3 comments:

karen said...

Spring's more than almost here, mr. g. This poem is so deep... i'd love to have some indepth comment-

Has anyone told you lately how great you are? Thank you for sharing the depth of your poems :0)!!

Mr. Gobley said...

ah, Karen, my faithful friend. Thank you.

Seneca the Younger said...

I wish you had an email in your profile....