I Stop To Ponder
(After Tu Fu)
Between the black sky
and the elm leaves something is missing,
if I only knew what it was.
Still a change in the weather
will never change my life.
An apple falls like a drunken gymnast,
and a raw wind howls.
One second trips over the next,
and I stagger towards nothing,
like a man rolling out of a dream:
a dream filled with common shadows,
in a geography of common spaces,
and common stars with ordinary faces.
and blind men and blind women,
dancing blindly in ordinary places.
George Freek's poetry has appeared in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem "Written At Blue Lake" was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.