Like an old friend
Come unexpectedly home
*
After years
When I’ve missed your touch
After years
When you’ve been travelling
Strange lands
The like I never saw
*
Now you rub my dry cheek
Whisper in my tired and tender ear
Strange language
Cadence rich
As whipped butter
*
I begin to remember
How to understand
Your many tongues
Your instant phrases
*
I catch a word, a phrase, a laugh
That opens my eyes
I see the world
Through your prismatic lense
*
You teach me true
What I knew before
Knowledge robbed me
Of understanding
*
That a thousand years of instants
Is just a crowd of instants
That a rope of time
Weighs more
Than all the history
Ever lived
*
For now is all the time
I’ll ever understand
But dreams last forever
Jane Virgo ©
“For now is the all the time/ I’ll ever understand” after “Your many tongues”–I like that, how something is never effaced even after leaps of time. I felt like that line was a little too suspended though. I hope you’re already in your nanowrimo pace now.
Hi Yel.
Thank you very much for your carefully considered comment. That’s useful.
Nanowrimo? I underestimated how much impact the arm would have on my writing. My radial is taking its time coming back on line so I’m effectively one armed at the keyboard – which is bad for stream of consciousness.
I love your blog. You have a creative, clever mind.
I’ve downloaded a banner to the rank my poetry – if enough people vote for me, I can get into their top 100, which looks like a great way of sharing my my poems.
Not so carefully–I missed one word. “I felt like that LAST line…”
Aaww, I thought you were being figurative when you talked about the broken wing. Somehow, I think I will believe if you say you’re really a seagull.