Being Away Poem by Julia Luber

I went away for awhile, and the only thing I missed was PoemHunter.
It made me realize my typical daily life needs more passions and pleasures,
more lightening and thunder.
I wrote nor responded to no poetry for a week. It was more than just quiet
contemplation I did seek. I got in touch with a side of me as old as an antique.
Exercising in the fresh and cooling misty mornings. Gazes at the yellow moon,
and feeling embraced by water was my mooring. Long walks down sandy streets,
and hovering by the tourist location. I went to a place I love so much, it makes
me even feel enamored with my nation.
The military installation, the sparkling clean harbor. The views off clean bridges
flying over rippling water. The fish huts, the condominium complexes, the
parking lights swimming in the night.
It is not only the moon above the ocean in which I take delight.
But every aspect, every sight: the rocks so subtle in their neutral shades,
the trees stretching out like arms wanting to embrace me inspiring my review
of life as a recreational stage.
The early morning walks, the handsome boating hands, the market bizarre fresh
fruit, one of the most beautiful cities in all the land.
But still, I missed PoemHunter. And whatever happened there while I was gone….
I can read anyway; I can write a song.