Zephyr
an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper
–
dry leaves
huddle
in the corner
an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper
–
dry leaves
huddle
in the corner
drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface
I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty
strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea
–
april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren
afternoon stillness
the piercing cry of a crow
hanging in the air
–
wooded path…
unintended
silence
lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy
–
escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds
escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace
–
bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting
living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were
iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature
–
meditation
water threading
between my toes
I drag my feet through
the dust of relationships
that I’ve left behind
–
shuffling
forward into
an empty future