Meet Jefferson Rowland
Essays, Poems and Others Musings

We sometimes get separated from our true calling at birth and create quite a stir while wandering aimlessly. The essays shared here come from my journey, my poetry from brief moments of clarity and the rest is fiction (maybe). I don't feel I have found my true calling yet, but do appreciate that I'm free to  pursue that search. Herein I share some of  'me' to date. I hope to stir in you some sense of connection.  

 

 

 

 Poems:  Winter Moments | Fabrication | Full Moon Promise | Mothers Nature | The Field | Living on the Borderline | In Their Shadow

 

Those Days

 

There are days

When the red rising sun

Burns my eyes

As I look over the horizon to glimpse my future

 

There are days

When the grey sky

Swoops down to wrap my loneliness

Tight as a drum

 

There are days

When the great canyon swells at its banks

Struggling to contain my tears

 

There are days

When the full moon’s whiteness

Reflects my spirit

Pale, cold, far away

 

But I kissed my son today

Held him, laughed

Smiled and danced

And made promises I would keep

 

Today was not one of those days.

 

Copyright (c) Jefferson Rowland, 1990

 

Poems:  Winter Moments | Fabrication | Full Moon Promise | Mothers Nature | The Field | Living on the Borderline | In Their Shadow