dusk arising

this old upturned boat


Come, lean against my old boards,
                        rest a while.
Tell me, if you will, a story or two 
                        from your life\'s reward.
Ease that lightness of wisdom
                        upon your shoulders
and wryly smile with me 
                        at life\'s adventure so far.

 


no need to recall the harshness
                        which makes the cushion all the softer
the softness says it all
                        what need to show off scars
love speaks of scars learning
                        to the \'lived in\' ear.
Come, lean against my old boards,
                        rest a while.