Tilted | The Lamp Post | Spring 2019 - Montreat College

Tilted

By Jacob Goins

The winter sun
with a sleepy eye,
looks at us as we pass by.

–Blinks, flickers
through flitting pale trees;
–In silence watches my van and me.

We hurtle on
everything but still
everything but silent;
We go where I will.

We don’t like to wait;
We prefer instead to roam,
for waiting means holding
to a will that’s not our own.

The sun seems tilted,
with a stretched and dimmer burn,
but perhaps he’s no different,
perhaps we’re the ones who’ve turned.

The winter sun
with his sleepy eye,
though angled, still stares
from the same path through his sky.

Spring 2019 Issue