Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Circling

He is here again today.
Sitting
watching his daughter
building sandcastles

Crying,
he turns to me,
nods.

I am here again.
Walking into the wind,
my dress too thin,
my arms around my waist.

The heat is restricting
movement.
Holding people indoors,
or here.

All still.
All stirring.

I’m walking faster,
through the absences
words can’t fill.

3 comments:

brad said...

this is a dreamdrop,
delicious

Victoria Fotios said...

again, the cinema you create is haunting and evocative.. i see slightly out of focus you stretching your pace

V

XOX

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love the way you create everything by physical detail, conveying so much emotion without ever mentioning it.