Aphelion
by Joseph A. Farina
new realities bore the senses,
at our aphelion we lose
all consciousness of time, blurring
days into a soft haze, supported
by too much sour wine before
the appointed hour.
the wisdom we had hoped for
exists only in the activities
of the active mind.
we still greet the distancing sun
earlier and earlier
dreading the sunsets
when they are done,
weeping at their beauty
that calls you to your sterile bed
the only shelter of your fears,
were you dissolve your petty needs
in the solace of crumpled sheets,
which understand and accept.
at our aphelion we lose
all consciousness of time, blurring
days into a soft haze, supported
by too much sour wine before
the appointed hour.
the wisdom we had hoped for
exists only in the activities
of the active mind.
we still greet the distancing sun
earlier and earlier
dreading the sunsets
when they are done,
weeping at their beauty
that calls you to your sterile bed
the only shelter of your fears,
were you dissolve your petty needs
in the solace of crumpled sheets,
which understand and accept.
Joseph A. Farina is a retired lawyer and award winning poet in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. His poems have appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Tower Poetry, The Windsor Review, and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century. He has two books of poetry published, The Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street.