"Amity"

Amity

 

He awoke suffused with pleasure,
pillow wet, as were the sheets, 
with joy so great as to make him forget
not only the day but also the year,
as he rolled to his back, gazing upward,
clarity returning slowly
as he realized the view above him
was not from his dream. 

But peace remained throughout the morning

as he rose and went about his day,
not forcing the feeling,
but allowing it to slide forward
of its own accord,
bestowing a warmth
and a comfort
not of this world, 
but rather of the indelible memory
of one so deeply missed.




               ~~~

First published in Poem Magazine / May 2014

Subsequently published in Blue Moon Poetry / November 2014