Reaching forty in a month or two, <br />it may be occasion to look back, <br />not at the bitter length of fallowness <br />but more the efflorescence as of <br />a moonflower flowering <br />in an unbidden full moon. <br />Such is the nature of my glance <br />as I contemplate the past, he says. <br /> <br />Yet is it possible to not see <br />the long years of decline and recovery <br />in the suddenness of the flowering, <br />especially when you walk <br />along the ways of what is being done, <br />and not what has been dreamt and done?<br /><br />Phillip Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-far-4/
