each moment were a snowflake
landing on a shoreless sea,
each drop of water a monument
standing for eternity,
your life story
raindrops on a windowpane,
your legacy, a streak or two
struck through each time it rains?
The Best of It
Exhaustion, my old friend
who used to visit now and then
offering a brief respite from the fray
has moved in as if he’s here to stay.
Unable to dissuade my dreary friend
I embrace him as my inner sloth.
Knowing he’s the slowest beast on earth,
a hairy hammock born with a fixed grin,
I smile as I indulge my mortal sin.
John Whitney Steele is a psychologist, yoga teacher, assistant editor of Think: A Journal of Poetry, Fiction and Essays, and graduate of the MFA Poetry Program at Western Colorado University. An award-winning poet, his chapbook, The Stones Keep Watch, and his full-length collection of poetry, Shiva’s Dance were recently published by Kelsay Books. John lives in Boulder, Colorado and enjoys hiking in the mountains.