Sojourning: untitled

I am constantly astounded by how much of a romantic I am. It kind of sickens me, honestly. But I have to admit that ten years after writing this poem, I still believe every word of it.

Or I was just trying to get a date. I don’t remember.

beauty
will ever astound me
the simple delicacy of wildflowers
the ardent glow of sunsets
the playful innocence of children

when
in the presence of beauty
my eyes no longer behold
my heart no longer quickens
my body no longer pauses

then
it will be time
to die

Mark Hamby
October 1994