noting
this
in the end
we all need to be carried
dead weight of departure
too much to bear alone
you reasoned too soon
with your opiate driver
timing
is everything, you said
with memory looking
ahead at a dust storm
that inexplicable twist
of light and weight
lifting off a map
you never found or
couldn’t quite see
with living in the way
perhaps you were lost
in books or trees
they often look the same
with their naked intent
in particular
the calligraphy of silver birch
deep ink strokes
moving between sky and skin
and you transported
in that same vein
breath reading leaves
to the end of sound
location
is everything, you said
rising from the road
on ink, air and wood
noting this
will not happen again.
cw, with love
this poem and the experience in it talks to me at a deep level!
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely to know Beatrice. Thank you for your note.
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful, Cecilia!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Efi. This poem was inspired by a beautiful person, that must be the reason.
DeleteIt is a lovely piece Cecilia.
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