Saturday, March 9, 2019

wind out of the south

I am ok with the letting go
I am just fine with the things I know
and don't
turning back to that winter day
turning back to the things I didn't mean to say
and did anyway
I tighten the thread across the miles
I loosen the knot just once-in-awhile
to find
everything unwinds
allowing in just a little blue
a little light in which I see you
that amber way
as if it was just yesterday
I can't tell where I begin
where I end and where I bend
I unfold
opening to the vast unknown
feathers of cranes and river bones





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