Polar Fleece

A beautiful mountain range.
The sun has set,
clouds still burn orange and red.

Alone, a mist fills the valleys.
Life slows.
Transition, day to night,
change.

Peace,
the lonely comfort of solitude.

Standing alone,
warm,
wrapped in polar fleece.

Free,
my mind wanders,
thinking, missing.

Like those mountain peaks,
the sun is gone.

Darkness comes.

I miss you.
Remembering all we have seen.
I miss our future dreams.

Rhythms change, the tide goes out.

Bottles recycled,
plastic is shredded, a fiber is spun.

Polar fleece, wrapped in change,
wondering, thinking, missing.


David Gray