The fog has almost lifted.
There is sun on the other side.
Yet still, the blues play
You write, an old man’s guitar
ringing in your ears
like too much truth.
About this poem
I took the picture this morning in the quarry. As my kids so often tell me when I am taking a picture – there is a poem in it. Only this time I did not have to wait months for it to show itself.
May your week be filled with sun and light.