THE UNBALANCED
Today I saw the sun as you
must have seen it. A perfect disk,
a ruby in the grey; and I sat
on the same chair, still
lame in one foot, and I gazed
on the balcony wall,
bright as a baby’s first frock,
and as uncrumpled.
It must have grown
broader since
last year. I sat
and willed a topple,
an avalanche of fractured bricks
to cascade at a breath.
It stands, as it must have
on that day,
another China Wall, too high
for a stumble, too wide
for a slip.
Yet, how can I blame the sun?
The Unbalanced
Like your positioning of "still" in line 4. "Bright as a baby's first frock" was a vivid image (and will be for many, I should think). "Avalanche of fractured bricks" was ......let's just say all of it's excellent.
Thanks for a good read.
Mick
Thanks for a good read.
Mick