August, and Home

AUGUST, AND HOME

August, and home,

Barefoot, smooth

As Sam Cooke, and

A summer liturgy

Under the stars—

Fading voices, facing

Fast into September—

A golden anniversary

At the autumn shore

That calls us back—to

The place where doubt

Is a gift—doubt a gift—

And when gifted with

Doubt, run—and don’t

Look back—to the Miserere.

Summer 2011

—Dan Davis, © 2011

 

 

~ by Dan Davis on 08.13.11.