Lines Inspired by Emerson
Aug 23, 2022
To write at the height of our lofty thoughts,
Resting quiet in the clouds, counting my joys.
There is no past, no future, just the now.
I drink Caesar’s air. The sunlight which creeps
Through my shade to warm my head for the day
Lit the path for Alexander’s conquering.
What is not in me rests in potential.