when life’s long crusade for
a happy gravitational attraction
dissolves into a realization
that I am gods frenetic pinball
i slip from my unhappy dance
and begin the long downhill run
with gifts of wide silent vistas
and cold wind in my face
at slopes end I find her
waiting to hold, hold me up
breathing deeply, hands in pockets
helping me understand at last
that solitude can be shared and
loss embraced as a sacrament
Jack Meacham was born in Norman, OK. Presently, He is a potter and ceramic sculptor living in the north Georgia mountains with his wife and dog. These poems started presenting themselves to him in dreams about two years ago.
