Friday, April 22, 2011

grief













this is where sorrow resides ....
here
between hours & light
this hour where the only sound is the
morning dove's lament
hollow & transported
maple seeds whirl to the ground
in direct ratio
to the swift rolling of the cumulus clouds
closing that sky-blue window
of daylight
the bottom is not
really the bottom
it is found here in the sideways portion of our show
tilted & lonely
stripped of expectation & heart
hold
your breath
and bear that weight
as
suddenly
the wind shifts
and
the air is heavy with basil & peonies
and it smells of rain & stillness .....

2 comments:

  1. The smell of rain and stillness. I could use some of that. Love it. Have been catching up today and I love how reading a block of your work is letting me stretch out like a cat in the sunshine and then the moonshine.

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