The Walk.
You weave your roots
Around my veins
Yet I don’t even know
Your name
We stand silently together
In the rain
Nature gave us both
A crown
Equal in weight
You shed yours
With the seasons
I wear mine
Unaware
Of any reason
Sssh … did you hear the
Bumble bee?
There is mud
Sticking
To our feet
How lucky that
We had this chance
To meet
Had I walked
The other way
I wonder
Where
We would be
Today
We might have
Missed
The sobbing clouds
Our eyes
Would still
Be
Dry
And what of
The river bed?
Without our love
Would it
Just
Die?
When I was
Pulled
From Gaia
Did the universe
Let out a sigh?
Did the moon
Grow
Bigger, brighter, higher?
Did the stars
Shiver
And fall helplessly
From the night sky?
Am I just another
Leaf
Or
A remnant
Of a bewildered star?
I wonder
Pretty flower
Do you
Ever
Question
Who
You
Are?
C.K.23.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 3rd Aug 2023 11:16
Thanks Clare, that's lovely...I'm off now to talk to the trees-good therapy.