Harris Tobias’ most recent poem to appear here was Weeds II (August 2014).
Riches
By Harris Tobias
The moonlight
sitting as it does on limbs and lake
…..makes silver of the night
How rich I am
And the sun,
more golden than the goldest coin
hangs suspended before my face
With my wealth I can buy the sunset
…..and put it in the gallery of the sky
There are those who say
……….that man is god with smaller hands
our cities but inept mountain ranges
…..and our dreams the shoddy sweepings
……….from god’s floor
I am one of those
…..I crave the stars and the spaces between
……….I have never seen the plastic
……………flower I liked
Sunset
and television set
…………………….are in no way the same
I have been stirred by trees
……….and saw patterns in the fabric of the night
………………..no weaver ever saw
plants are far more poetry than I need
We are wealthy beyond imagining
and we are the keeper of the keys
While I sat reading this wonderful poem, I found myself sitting in the most comfortable and natural position that I vaguely remembered and I knew I’d found nature in all her glory once again.
Thank you Mr. Tobias for the riches.
Of all the work I have read and presented of yours. This is the most beautiful.
How rich am I !
Indeed. I love this first stanza.