Tag: soul / self

The soul dawdles, lingers in the past;
trailing fingers along the surface
of what should have been delved
long before.

Ripples expand to reflect the outline
of regret, the shapes we missed, then,
yet now perceive with sorrowful joy
until the soul startles and wakes,
cries for our attention:
Wait!

Published in Strange City Digest, Winter/Spring 2021.