I’ve only quickly read three little lines and three words of Whitman:
“Enough! Enough! Enough!”
On a Saturday morning
Scorching summer Sun Star already well up
Burning off the mists of foggy thought
REM rebound and a little bit of melatonin from a verdant bottle having done their work in the blackness of the night
Which brought a week of work to another end.
Weak from work clearing out
Words of Whitman leading the way,
“In the beginning was the Word
And the word was with God
And the word was God.”
Enough to set my soul souring with the possibilities of the day ahead
Without a “To-Do List” leading the way
Like a day hiker oblivious to the dangers of thin air
High on life, high on something.
Simplicity of a writer’s solitude
Slipping through the cracks of thoughts and memory
Like the summer Sun star’s penetrating beams peeking in through the shutters
Soliciting the promise of a literary life,
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, September 17, 2016