Thomas Higgins
Plaiting
It has been so long
since the hour the sun
of spring
or summer
caught the grass just so
where youths were sitting
cross-legged, hands
busy to the tips of each finger
plaiting
daisies into crowns
garlands
wristlets
things so slight
in the light falling
perfectly
loving the hands
at play in life
beyond touch
or time
even now
I am never among them.
—Submitted on 03/26/2020
Thomas Higgins‘s poems have appeared in Bookends Review, Hyphen, River River Journal, minnesota review, and New Southerner. Living in Philadelphia, he writes about promotional marketing for an industry magazine.
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