heavy. hand. wall.

embrace / gratitude
move / away
create / stillness

eyes

here

saying

come

i reach
arm extending upwards
paintbrush in hand.
I pause
only momentarily
a thought
so fleeting
of eyes
wide with desire
arises
then it is gone

“this is not me!”
all in time
in time

in evening
late autumn
no speaking
now
in late autumn
no voice

water
touch face
reflection
eyes

now gone, gone,

I saw a man in Lyon.
He was at the train station.
He looked a bit wild.
He tossed his head back
and laughed.
He stood beneath
the departure signs,
still laughing
I heard the click-click-click
as the signboard changed.
Trains rolled out
leaving the station,
just as they always do.
Departing,
now gone, gone,
gone.
With his tattered shoes
and everything,
He was gone, gone, gone.

hands in earth
soil of
mother
still damp
rains have fallen
again
to stay here
maybe
but no
seasons will turn

the sky folds of gray

light in patches

it might be dawn

it could be dusk