Words From A Hole

I know the scene has serenity
But I cannot grasp it

I know artists cry
But I am limited to stick figures
With ambiguous genitalia

I know there is joy in a day
Where, I cannot say

I cannot see the eloquence
Of the metaphor infested poet

It is, however, Spring
I can almost feel it

I can almost taste the leaf buds
But I have no tongue

I almost wait patiently
For my kingdom come

Thomas A. Fish is a retired professor (psychology) who taught at St. Thomas University in Fredericton, NB, Canada for 25 years. Since his retirement, Thomas has turned his attention to Seinfeld reruns, procrastination, freelance editing and creative writing pursuits. His work has appeared in the Nashwaak Review, Transition magazine, Blue Collar Review, The Artery, Prometheus Dreaming and on feathertale.com. Thomas and his patient wife now live in St. Stephen, NB. By all accounts, Thomas is not aging gracefully

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