An empty palette sits
near a canvas I pretend to paint.
How is it some
can see a blue stream
and fish that have found the sky?
I cross a bridge,
the sky beneath me.
No one follows me.
I walk uneven planks
to a country
undiscovered.
It is said age is only a number.
But the numbers
forge a trail of stars
that light the path
to darkness,
to the end of this life.
© 2022 Maryann Russo
Bio: Maryann Russo is a Pushcart Prize nominated poet whose
work has appeared in numerous publications. She is the
the author of two books of poetry: Wild and Still, and
I Wait For the River. Maryann is a lyrical poet whose work
is inspired by, and celebrates, the intersection of the natural
and spiritual worlds. She is also a psychotherapist who lives
and practices in Southern California.
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