The Only Ones
Seekers occupy
the roof, gather remnants of
whipped clouds. As twilight
deepens, pallid moon’s
bathing in an ocean of
indigo. Are we
the only ones still
sharing this intimacy
of reflection when
life strikes a plangent
chord in the hollow heart of
a wounded guitar?
Alone on rooftops,
attentive sentries in realms
of solitude, we
follow tomorrow,
standing ready to welcome
the improbable.
