Between Stone and Cloud
by Greg Gregory

I feel your shadows
slip over me in Summer,
touch of coolness, touch of warmth.
I feel you. I feel you here.

I see you always.
I touch you with my shadows,
my coolness, my warmth,
my anchorless wanderings,
in your stillness is my home.

Previously published in Brevities.


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