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.
O at the Edges 
One of the many great poems, I’m looking forward to reading in your book, … well done Robert.
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Thanks, Ivor. I hope the book arrives soon.
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We catch glimpses out of the corner of our eye now and then…(K)
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That certainly seems the best I can do.
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Love the yearning and sorrow in this piece, Bob.
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Thanks, Cate. Some days are like that, others are not. We just keep moving on.
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Wow! That’s one heck of a write!
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Thank you, Kunal.
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“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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You’re very kind, Shawna. Thank you.
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beautiful.
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Thank you, as always, Nancie.
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This is absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks very much, Brooke!
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Beautiful. I love this one.
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Thank you, KJ.
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Beautiful … absolutely
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Your comment is much appreciated, Kae. Thank you.
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🙂
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So beautiful, Bob.
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Thanks, Sudhanshu.
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So tender: I want your atmosphere bundled in a small rice paper packet and labeled with strings of new rain and stepping stones.
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Thank you! I have no idea where that line originated – it just popped out.
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It sprouted from your soul garden: the magical place where good art comes from. Mine is just inside my solar plexus. It jumps around when I’m forced to sit in long, fruitless meetings 🙂
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Mine is probably in my stomach, snuggled comfortably between breakfast and lunch. And do I ever know about long, fruitless meetings!
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Hooray for soul gardens! The antidote of fruitlessness 🙂
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Let’s keep cultivating them!
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Wow! Keep it up! ✨✨https://healingthethoughts.wordpress.com
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I’ll try. Thank you.
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Bob, I luv this darling piece of your heart. Nice nice!
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Thanks, Steph!
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Ephemeral – winds and breath. A lovely piece filled with images and thoughts.
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Thanks, D. Life seems more and more ephemeral these days…
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I love this, it’s wonderful. Fabulous writing robert. thank you – works so well as I sit here, my husband away, kids at school, watching the sun creep down the snow into our mountain valley. perfect.
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Thanks very much, Naomi.
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