Rob Leach

Priceless…

Certainly not this;

you, me, this world we live in.

I am bound to the city by trembling regrets.

It shifts and fades, but there is always regression.

Love... singular power of the universe that builds everything,

powers everything done and gives it meaning.

Is it limited to what is or what manifests it?

Family…; inescapable pleasure for me and mine.

So we continue expectant…

I give up and hope for abandoned flesh.

By His nature we are priceless incomparable.

The poet responds without restraint, and we drink.

Are we drunk on ourselves or the real reflection…?

What is it that the real reflects off of? The image.

So we speak ‘til morning’s soft dawn, crisp.

And nothing is dammed except my fear.

Only I discover my timid fear was shameless and had

neither power nor control; if only I had known…

But in time there is being known which is ultimately what my soul hopes

and that’s what I hold.