A glance—a thought of being together,
The muse strikes, oh, so romantic,
That image is light as a feather.
It grows ambitious, and appears clever,
Given time, it can turn gigantic,
A glance—a thought of being together.
So many odd points to this endeavor.
Can images again raise the Titanic?
That image is light as a feather.
Now a drowning romantic, such displeasure,
‘Twas all along merely pedantic,
A glance—a thought of being together.
The emotional ocean has no bellwether,
But flows freely with its dynamic,
Great are the currents, ‘tho seldom with treasure.
A perilous fantasy with no tether,
Now harbored safely in a shore panoramic,
A glance—a thought of being together,
That image is light as a feather.
Francis Conlon is a retired and recovering teacher. For the past 20 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger and boat inspector at Yampa River State Park in northwest Colorado. He has published in the local Valley Voice and in Westward Quarterly. He currently lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.