Wordless

How strange to wake up
without the vocabulary
to express your joy.

About this poem

I have had a wonderful weekend down in Roanoke, full of meetings with dear friends, the making of a new one,  watching my son flourish with his friends down here. So much good.

At sixty, I find myself returning to a place I have not been for many years – a place of joy. As a person, I am loving it. As I writer, I often struggle to find the right words.

I’ll get there.

Tom