Monday morning, the sun is shining
as my life limps along dragging complications
over the slippery surfaces underfoot.

This sun is Polyphemus unblinded
beyond the reach of the fire-sharpened stake
and I am the fabled Nobody.

It stares incapable of irony
and throws a hard black shadow
in my very form on the whitest snow

Except for the burdens I drag
which are only evident in the trail
I leave behind, a frozen mire.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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