Not medieval, just something beautiful from poet Robert Okaji that I thought some of you might like.
Every wind loses itself,
no matter where
it starts. I want
a little piece of you.
I want your atmosphere
bundled in a small rice paper packet
and labeled with strings of new rain
and stepping stones.
the grace of silence
blowing in through the cracked
window, disturbing only
Everywhere I go, bits of me linger,
searching for you.
Grief ages one thread at a time,
lurking like an odor
among the lost
or your breath,
still out there,
* * *
Music: “Gymnopedie No. 1” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
“Every Wind” first appeared in The Lake in July 2016, and is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.
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I’m so pleased you liked it. I found the poem so touching that I wanted to share it.
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