Fine tendrils
delicate and gossamer
trail sweet and soft
on the air
to kiss against
the strands
of another’s
and in the brush
and tangle
of two
comes a sense
of what lies beneath
what is the same
and what is not
Rising up
like a nausea
of the soul
as a clench
of choking tears
tightens
at the throat
and stings the eyes
while
I swallow hard
and struggle
to whisper
Hidden treasures
hide
among green
to distract
and amuse
delight
and sometimes
stir up
a bit of laughter
as you wait
in the heat
even the shade
of junipers
can’t assuage.
I woke up lost
and unsure
what happened
to the day
as clouded mind
struggled
to piece together
past events
that wouldn’t
connect
and hours
were lost
forever gone
even when
the sky cleared
Spring raindrops
fade from memory
as hot summers
sear the moisture
from flesh and soil
to leave
the spirit dry
and cracked
as we try
to remember
what it felt like
to feel lush
and full of life
once more