Every jacaranda
Against every stormy sky
Is heart against
Hope
Is parts stubbornly refusing
To be swallowed by whole
Is whole gently licking and
Holding parts
Is cycle reminding of where you
Were,
Where you are
Where you will never be again
Who will always be gone
How they will always be with you
Is shutting your eyes to the fall
Finding the gentle cushions of wind
In the storm
No comments:
Post a Comment