Sitting in the Middle of the Road at Long Hill Garden
Sitting in the Middle of the Road at Long Hill Garden
Maggie Swofford
Who can I be
to please you?
How can I forget
the asphalt under
my cold toes?
He tells me, Sit.
Feel the warmth
leftover from the sun
under yourself.
See the roly-poly
walking? That’s all
you need to be.
The longer you look up
the less you will see
the goodness of
right now.
But why does
the light move
up as the sun sets?
What if I am not
high enough
and I lose you?
You’ll grow until
you’re tall and have
many leaves, but
you will always be
just too short.
That’s why I made
you only temporary.
You’re made for
more than constantly
straining upward.
Ekstasis Magazine