Untitled Until Now by Phill Maguire

Untitled Until Now

Each to each

and each alone

striving, striving

to find home

we stride upon

this rolling rock

weighted with the

sad gravity of thinking

while flowers don’t

wish or want or worry

in this wind-weary world


With stones

in her pockets

she subsided

with stones

in her pockets

she drowned


Living with

death inside me

on and on

I dance

my life


Phill Maguire © 2011