
It’s colder now
than it was July
I’ve never been here
in the morning
in the air
just a little less magic
than the fine smoke
from the chimneys down there
where I’ve passed
through without cause to hover
or idle
or ever belong
but I breathe
and I know
the cold
tells me so
in steam
and labored pants
atop this hill
I watch the Main Line wake
break the day
in a prayer by the river
I will keep this fast
I will go down slow
I will revel
in my longing
© Carlos Chagall. 2013
Please see this related post Main Line PA
