Present Comfort
He stands in
the open doorway,
a brisk
breeze caresses his face.
There is a
shadow cast
from a dried
maple branch
of straight
lines
dyed black upon
the lawn
that resembles
a stick man,
an apparition
that points up
as if to designate
its source.
He imagines
himself the outline
penciled atop
the green,
where the
grass is cool and moist
as it brushes
his skin,
where vagrant
ants
and
earthworms tickle his underside
when they
course beneath.
The landscape
is quiet otherwise.
He is
content.
Vagrant
clouds, like the years,
move rapidly over
him,
close enough to
the sun
to threaten and
momentarily
dissipate his
imprint.
There is
nothing he might do
to stem the
inevitable,
but to
distract himself
with the
magic about,
for the
future is black,
the present,
light,
though it will
yield no notice
when it
dissolves him.
- Michael Keshigian 2015
Michael Keshigian’s tenth poetry
collection, Beyond was released May,
2015 by Black Poppy. He has been
widely published in numerous national and international journals most recently
including Poesy,The Chiron Review, California Quarterly, and has appeared as
feature writer in over a dozen publications with 5 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of
The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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