I’ll Turn But Clouds Appear

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I’ll Turn But Clouds Appear

You gather and disperse and nothing I do salves my hunger.
Where are you, if not here among the roots of dead flowers

or inches below the window’s opening
in the leaf-filtered light. Or spread across

the ceiling, caught in filaments of expelled
hope. Savoring motion, I look up and address the Dog Stars,

longing to catch your attention. But clouds muffle
my words, and instead I turn

to the fragrance of tomato and garlic and spice
wafting into the night. What could bring you back?

Not love. Not wine. Not solitude, nor the sound of my voice.
I spoon out the sauce, cautiously, and wait.

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“I’ll Turn but Clouds Appear” first appeared in Bindlestiff.

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26 thoughts on “I’ll Turn But Clouds Appear

  1. A sentimental longing for a loved one and musing about After Death, Sirius will open the gate for a meeting, perhaps just outside the window, or ceiling or among the clouds. A simple meal triggers off that longing …and waiting for a mystical reunion. Life is really a longing and waiting game. Sorry, it’s a personal feel, but this is the pleasure of reading and enjoying poetry.

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