Unlocked.
I didn’t know their love story
had been born
between mountains and rivers
I was tracking a kestrel
through a vast and open sky
I couldn’t have guessed
grace would find me
on my quiet road alone
I felt tremors
as from a great and gentle quake
It wasn’t until I slowed
to a hush in my mind
that I could open my heart for them
There is peace
in being taken gently into night
When we laughed,
it was a golden moment,
a warm leftover from a sunburst
eons ago,
before we knew
we knew nothing.
It’s cold now.
Melody of us is
years of mornings sharp
and nights blue…
so many verses,
yet a simple refrain.
On adventures
like wind and wood.
We create inside them.
Together.
A tidy little sob
finished
in the car
two miles from home
my eyes
busy tracking
a spiraling leaf.
Finally a gap
that couldn’t be breached
with his arms or mine-
too far apart, too far;
the touch of his hand
on my back
will never be felt,
my cheek against his
was just imagination…
it will be a civil unrest
in my chest
and I will self-medicate
to smudge rigid lines of reality,
to find a place of quiet beauty
for us,
where small dreams lie peacefully
and bloom gloriously
without malice or fear.
The Word Rummager 