cupping tea
morning lauds found me
wandering street & copse
mizzle laced vision
merely a pilgrim
seeking faith & self
church bells chant
faithless to vespers
yet I go onward
toward stars
mapless – alone
wandering across
cobblestoned constellations
distant galaxies
shadows hide my face
those passing know not
if not tourist nor monk
then night gardener
on his last shift
upon terra firma
this little city his vast estate
in vain & to no avail
saturated soles prevail
clutching & gathering my cloak
as the rain in Portugal
seeps into my thirsty soul
Terrence Sykes was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia. This isolation brings the theme of remembrance to his creations, whether real or imagined. His poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Ireland, Mauritius, Scotland, Spain and the USA.
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