One Poem by Eric Pierzchala

Nothing More, Nothing Less

If only for once
To walk upon this earthen crusted soil
As naked, as nude,
In,
full-on-out-exposure
and
hand-in-hand with my one mate of soul—and
underneath the sunlight of a cloudless noon,
so of my imperfections, I could not—
not even for but a, stolen moment, hide…
But then, there ever so goes my
natural, thought,
But then, there so goes—ever walks away my,
primal, hope.

{Poetry by Eric Pierzchala}