Left behind

Gone now. An empty room I travel through, seeing what used to be there, the ghost tables and photographs, the thread chairs disappearing. What to decorate, what to add to this emptiness? But first the walking, barefoot, the reaching and touching of things that used to be here. Feeling the fade, feeling the ending, the going away asContinue reading “Left behind”

All that stays unknown

There he is, the morning of. It is summer and he feels good in his skin. Stretched to the corners of his life, filling them out. Everything is as it should be; he is where he should be. He’s solid here, close to the ground, nothing shifting underneath him. There he is. Oblivious and satisfied, thisContinue reading “All that stays unknown”

Somewhere, waiting

There she is, the morning of. It is summer, and she feels it. The winter sadness has been shaken, sloughed from her skin, and she’s lighter now, present. Waking without the ache, without the anchor thud dragging her down. There she is. Happy and forgetful in her getting ready, this morning of. Ready: Prepared. Willing.Continue reading “Somewhere, waiting”

The art of letting (go)

You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “The art of letting (go)”

Differently

Sometimes I remember differently. I was thinking it might be the same for you. Not the usual memories rolled across the fingertips and turned about. Not the ones worn down and through and out. Sometimes these. The heart-in-throat promise of opening doors. Arms, and falling against your neck. The sand-plane of your skin and distanceContinue reading “Differently”