DECEMBER 2007: POETRY This Moment Where the eagle perches on Patmos, A rocky place secluded A little, not much, by shadows, The evangel is rooted Upon one boyish elbow On the rock two feet away; The fishing villages below Have all the month of May To consider their wooden keels On sand or out at sea While he, like all evangels, This moment, must write eternity. Climbing Back The kind of pledge that heaven is, Abrupt, the final distances That…
Steven WaltersDecember 16, 2007