In the Icy Summer Valley

7.29.19 photo by author
“That Trail Along the River”

The summer treetops shaded us and the hot air
kept us flushed
through the pursuit of the moment.

And when those leaves began to fall around us,
we listened as they
were crunched by our footsteps. There, we stayed,
warm and hazy,
creases from laughter
upon our pink faces.

And then through the
swirling snowflakes
we found
how nice cold noses felt
when pressed
against warm cheeks.

And we ran towards something,
but
towards nothing.

And in the icy valley,
we left it there.
Our energy,
it remains,
as ghosts running
through the trees,
in time-past.
Gone,
but never
really fading.

7.14.19 photo by author
“Down by Morley Dam”

~crm

That Sudden Lone Light

Photo by Immortal shots on Pexels.com

Can I tell you?

Can I tell you how I crave that flash of white- that sudden lone light?

The one that finds me— in surprise —  in the deep, deep, dark tunnel where I hide.

Can I tell you how time stopped; standing just perfectly still?

A split second somehow stretched into a space filled with forever.

Breath removed from the air; underwater sounds whispered in my ear.

My frozen stare; blinding and surreal.

My North Star. So brilliant and white.

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Will you be gone in a flash — like the flash in which you came?

Gone — and only the craving of light left to remain?

Blow through me then — would you mind just blowing me away?

Please can I tell you?

Can I tell you what happened?

Can I tell you how I need you to tell me, too?


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