Poetry

by Susan Slater


Stumbling Blocks

Sometimes
I feel
quite bereft
lost
so very lonely
and I
wonder
if I have
taken a
detour off
the strait
and narrow
way or have
only stopped to nurse
a stubbed toe.

A Thought

I saw between mountains of thought
a lonely idea
walking swiftly away.
I called but it did not hear,
and I watched as it disappeared
over the rise of my mind.