"jeremiah ray poetry"

embrace / gratitude
move / away
create / stillness

eyes

here

saying

come

i reach
arm extending upwards
paintbrush in hand.
I pause
only momentarily
a thought
so fleeting
of eyes
wide with desire
arises
then it is gone

“this is not me!”
all in time
in time

in evening
late autumn
no speaking
now
in late autumn
no voice

water
touch face
reflection
eyes

hands in earth
soil of
mother
still damp
rains have fallen
again
to stay here
maybe
but no
seasons will turn

the sky folds of gray

light in patches

it might be dawn

it could be dusk

to return

a decision

eyes too quick

to answer

what was

now no longer

sun burns off
morning fog

i drink tea
and watch

today i will
paint the ceiling

it is a perfect
day for that

i can’t help
but dream of summer

the taste of humidity
on skin

but for now
i have tea to sip

and a ceiling
to paint

next year
i think to myself

i’ll taste humidity
on skin