"Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights . . ." --Oscar Wilde, "Helas"One day you're running in sunshine,
the next just walking in it,
a little weary. The day after that,
you're walking in shade,
more tired still. And the next:
sitting in shadows. Then, well,
you become a shadow. People
come running and strolling by
in bright light. They glance your way
and don't see anything.
hans ostrom 2021
No comments:
Post a Comment