BREATHE II

 

Last year this time

 

No strawberry aisles

or mango miles…

 

…Only a turning into

your lungs,

into an emissary

of air,

an unpresent witness

to fire battling

water

 

And light’s

iron muteness

 

Upon a confluence of

wayward

salt streams

lit by copper, marigolds

and ashes.

 

This year…

 

…no no strawberry aisles

no no mango miles.

 

“Two negatives make

a positive.”

 

A nameless non-sound

descends

into

the hour.

 

Is it the peace

of healing or the calm

before disquiet?

 

Ashen jasmine,

fading firefly trails…

 

Do two absences make

a meeting, father?

 

I hear the sky breathing.

 

© 2022 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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