There's a glimpse
of a glimmer.
Warmth of a fire
in the distance
which flickers
not for me.
I resign,
I concede.
Yes, C'est La Vie
but that's not comforting,
not for me.
People dance in droves,
coaxing my skin
but I
feel more
akin
to moths
more
the mutable
white flecks
mistaken first
for falling ash
until you see
the speck elevate
and flutter in flight.
***
Thomas
Skahill is an American Poet who grew up in Los Angeles, California and now
resides in Goleta, California. His other interests include photography,
charcoal and a dabbling in painting. As an artist he is lucky enough to have
some inspiration occasionally drift his way and this is his contribution.
