Saturday, July 9, 2016
A Poem by Evelyn Deshane
The journey is two sided: looking back
& coming home. The moon waxes and it wanes.
You are surrounded, then alone.
We dance like an acrobat walking the tightrope
when we don't know where we're going
forward or backwards. Nothing or something.
But it is all the same. I see the sun over
the horizon; the dawn, the daybreak. I flex
my toes & dream a little, knowing there are
too many places still to go.
Evelyn Deshane has appeared in The Fieldstone Review, Black Treacle, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, and in The Human Echoes Podcast. Evelyn received an MA from Trent University and is now attending Waterloo for a PhD. For more information, please visit: https://evedeshane.wordpress.com/