Tuesday, November 22, 2022

I know these things

the snap of the wind
       like wings in the air
sunrise like a bindi
       in the swirling city
the poems thinning
       with use and age
how trees tremble
       with each breath
why desire runs
       direct as locusts
returning to me 
       in folds of fear

Note: It was already an introspective, introverted day. Then I saw Tamir Rice's photo in a commemorative piece... our world doesn't make sense.


StephLove said...

I like the bindi image and the ending.

For some reason, it reminds me of this Robin Holcomb song, especially the stanza that starts "Remember the light."


maya said...

Oooh--really enjoyed the song! Thanks, Steph!

company song*

the glasses fall they bleed their wine  our stories agree on paths of memory we're at last call  see banter and comfort  touch everyone ...