I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD.—Wm. Wordsworth
Once, beside the river, I walked wild
as if my legs were tugged by rushing current.
With strangers, I volleyed Good day
in a game of catch.
Breezes from passing cyclists
quivered arm hairs.
Shoulders touching, you
and I clustered under corona of noon sun,
fed mallards, cooed
at spring ducks.
Now the air has shifted. We
step aside, mask our faces,
hunker inside, search
for any lonely place
to wander. Under rarer blue skies
cumulus assume odd shapes
honeysuckle calls: Come closer,
breath in my scent.
Linda Simone’s latest collection is The River Will Save Us (Kelsay Books). In addition to writing poetry and essays, she loves to create watercolors on recycled tea bags. She now lives in San Antonio, TX. Visit her site: lindasimone.com