Patio Fire Pit — Image by kenne
Maybe it was because
the room was empty
that I walked
toward the patio doors.
Taken by the view,
walking onto the patio
knowing if only for a
short time,
I had to experience
many patio moments as possible —
sunsets, shadows on the mountains
and starry nights.
Moments have now been many
most without the women
whose view is but
a shifting glance.
On many a night
my heart tears
when the olives fall
and the desert nights chill,
seeking cover
warmth of fire
watching the flames
with a glass of Maker’s,
wrestling with the darkness,
not of the night but the spirit
of an inward monitor
on love and death.
— kenne
Certainly a place to linger amd ponder…the mountains are in no hurry.