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.
* * *
Music: “Gymnopedie No. 1” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
“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 
Beautiful and touching. 🙂
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Thank you, Beckie!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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It sounds like you emptied your heart into this piece as it fell from your soul. It’s extremely well written.
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You are very kind, Angela. Thank you.
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Hearing you read this brings out a deeper emotional response. Very well orchestrated. Very effective voice!
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Thanks, Jazz. Your comment means the world to me.
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Agreed.
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Thanks, Ken!
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Beautiful, Robert.
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Thank you, Merril.
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I love this. It travels, lingers, ages—it is an amazing poem.
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Thanks very much, Craig. It took a while to complete, but it was time well spent. 🙂
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