Unlocked.
did I really see
the rock swallow the twig whole
or was it sleight of hand
from the swift river
playing with light
I would have thought
the mustachioed laughter
from behind the tree
told the spinner’s tale
but for the arcing fish over the falls
emulsified toes
blending with mud and moss
still carry me
to another grotto
for tea and bestial deliberation
quietly letting the date close in
when edges show tattered remnants
thinking it has no effect
so many years later
but these things resonate
and remain clear
not faded like a photograph
but vivid in a dastardly mind’s eye
horror and sunlight
gladiolas and grave sites
the scent of midsummer’s decay
swiftly along the river
echoing in a morning bird’s call
when sky was young
we danced on tender grass
when stars grew dim
we made love til sun brushed by
following shadows far into a new day
if you were here
I know just how you’d taste
if I were there
the trees would sing our song
bending to touch a love story
when we but listen
breezes carry our names
when we look again
all we are is spelled out in the ground
growing love in earth’s embrace
rustle in the trees
dissonance grows with thunder
air gathering weight
flowers lay open
swirls of insects tell the time
waiting for the break
earth breathes and cries out
to be christened in the storm
flashes leading home
eerily hollow the trees begin to sing
sway amid woods’ embrace
songs without words brush green and deep
held close in summer’s grace
echoes
whispers
carry light
parting
shadowed
dappled right
alighting softly on long forgotten moss
turn into caressing wind
join chanting of leaves’ rustling loss
spirit waits to begin
The Word Rummager 