I'll cross a room, turn a corner
Enter a restaurant or a shop
And he'll be there
He may be short or tall
Dark haired or blonde
He may even be bald
Maybe he'll be smiling
Or have a somber look
Absorbed in contemplation
Surveying life around him
He may be with a group
Or a solitary figure just waiting
But then he'll see me...
And I'll be there.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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