Midsummer Moment

Poetry by Ed Ahern

There’s an unmeasured apogee in summer,
when a day holds without time or purpose,
when the sun’s insistence is given its due,
when the curved apex of living hovers
listless and redolent of the sensuous,
and for that poised, weightless moment
the absence of context exudes meaning.

Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and intern…