Of Not Having

Someone left a scarf on the floor of a forest

at the end of May. Someone left a blanket

under a tree, hoping. Some bird will pass,

probably, through the rib of pine. I imagine


a heart kept warm, regardless. Of not having,

someone wandered. Of not wanting, someone

gathered all her strength and screamed.

For what it’s worth I heard you, followed


strings and knots through until

I found you. Soiled but weightless,

now the song can begin. Now is does,

did. You tell them I am here.



Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s