February 21, Every Year
Today you emerged
from hibernation
and tapped my shoulder.
Look, you said,
I am
swept under the heartbeat
of your memory, sleeping;
covered by hours,
then by days,
finally by years,
until my laughter
fades from memory
and the sound of my voice
is lost.
I am only noticed
when February cuts into
your heart
or in my picture
one-sided and posed.
You look for me
across the mountain's top
as if my ashes are what
seed the ground.
I can feel
the pilgrimage
of your feet
upon my soul.
You know by now
that your heart beat
is me
and the ache
in womb,
the full blue-veined
breast of remembering
is where you can find me.
I will always be there,
trust your tears.
I am only noticed
ReplyDeletewhen February cuts into
your heart
or in my picture
one-sided and posed.
Actually I tend to think of Michelle with Spring, and all the new life that emerges from the sleep of winter. I also think of her when snow falls and rest for a second on my eyelashes, so she is never forgotten. :) Hugs Martie.
One of your best...never fails to take our breathe away.
ReplyDeleteAnd the tears water the seeds.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreakingly beautiful, dear Martie, in all its melancholy.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to see this,again.
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