a new poem
My body
Cold and stark
The bitter ground is my sister
Frozen we, in our moment of life
My hand reaches out
Through snow made of bird’s feathers
And soil made of whispered sighs
Our trail is so long
Miles from where we meant to be
How did I loose sight of you?
When did I let go of your hand?
My eyes
Blue and grey
The slate sky is my mother
Cutting, our breath like puffs of wind
The sound of ticking clock
And rushing water time
Close around my shoulders
Like a light embrace
I almost mistake it for you
How did I drift so far?
When did you stop watching my steps?
Cold and stark
The bitter ground is my sister
Frozen we, in our moment of life
My hand reaches out
Through snow made of bird’s feathers
And soil made of whispered sighs
Our trail is so long
Miles from where we meant to be
How did I loose sight of you?
When did I let go of your hand?
My eyes
Blue and grey
The slate sky is my mother
Cutting, our breath like puffs of wind
The sound of ticking clock
And rushing water time
Close around my shoulders
Like a light embrace
I almost mistake it for you
How did I drift so far?
When did you stop watching my steps?