Monday, May 23, 2016

My garden

carries me
California Poppy Seed Pods

My family is moving. Six people: two parents, four grandchildren. 

One family member is still nearby. One gone permanently.

Feeling of screaming down an empty well. go,,,don't.

Feeling of a silent hollow thump. No resonation. 

Mental activity battling with the primal.


Primal takes my breath. Squeezes moisture from me.

No more than it is them. They have one another.

A new road, journey, excitement. They must.

Rich and I did the same. You must.

Carry a part of me with you.


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