I wake to the dark before the dawn
to wait for the rise
of the sun
only this beach
this place having
no fingerprint of hers
except for those
I bring me,
a refuge I sought out
as a cure
bathing not in the
seawater
but in the first light seeking
a rebirth
only this place
at this time of day
can bring
and yet this place
still recalls her
like a seashell I
cast
out into the waves
only to find the waves
dragging it back to my feet
a perpetual repeated ritual
of which I give up
only when I realize
I cannot cast her
away so easily
not just because it
is impossible
to shed her memory
but also because I
don't want to
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