After Flight
After reading ‘THE MEETING’ by Neeli Cherkovski
I gave a bird
To my memory. The wish
Was to let myself be.
I came into the oak shadow,
The pine, the elm,
The yesterday
All the ghosts flickered
For imagination. The forest howled
For me. The blackness
Of what was not there
Shined like what I could not see.
The blackness
Of what was not there
Shined like what I could not see.
These are intriguing lines.
Mary
Thanks for looking closely, Mary.
Peter