POETRY

Coming Down off Afton Mountain

Photo by Brian Schumin under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license via Wikimedia Commons

We drove up Afton Mountain,
Cloaked in fog,
To say goodbye
Before she left for Fife,
The splendor of the Shenandoah
Somewhere to our left.

It was never right;
I was always running after her.
I thought about learning to walk on water,
But I was…