and all and clear
to know nothing
beyond now sky
gathers you grows
you to float while
moon spins within
shadows follow
other paths silent
you wander them
go and nothing
is color hold of
flower pillow open
up real let go feel
all another and
more everything
What ghosts follow when you track
back so far? Stone foundations,
full of your words, crumble and roll,
and the pine pieces, marked by knots
of pain and despair, age away in
forgetfulness. Is this a blessing,
when the holes appear, let light and cold
pass, allow locked in grievances to leave?
Or does it all remain anyway, underneath
the rusted metal roof – the hurts
that can’t be released, circling around
the structure as time takes it down?
There’s still a place to let it go –
two squares and a circle.
Talking to the Clouds 