Every Wind


Every Wind

Every wind loses itself,
no matter where

it starts. I want
a little piece of you.

No.

I want your atmosphere
bundled in a small rice paper packet
and labeled with strings of new rain
and stepping stones.

I want
the grace of silence
blowing in through the cracked
window, disturbing only
the shadows.

Everywhere I go, bits of me linger,
searching for you.

Grief ages one thread at a time,

lurking like an odor
among the lost
things,

or your breath,
still out there,

drifting.

 

“Every Wind” first appeared in The Lake in July 2016, and is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order now via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.

 

35 thoughts on “Every Wind

  1. “I want
    a little piece of you.

    No.

    I want your atmosphere
    bundled in a small rice paper packet
    and labeled with strings of new rain”

    “Everywhere I go, bits of me linger,
    searching for you.”

    Swoon.

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