A poem on reaching 40

Jol

I stumbled on this poem I wrote when I turned 40.

First day at forty
Looking out and looking back
A big sky – high with spackled clouds
Evening rooftop in Jerez.

Haven’t thought of that these many years
Why suddenly now?

Published by Jol

My heroes are Hakuin, Bankei, Rabelais, Montaigne and most Tang dynasty poets. And whoever invented beer. And motorcycles. And I like cats. Will that do?

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