The Sun’s Power
Recedes
my body contracts
Wise to the oncoming Chill
*
Birds Gather
the Smell of thirsty leaves
books and classroom doors
the Sound of Bells,
distant Now
*
One more year
One more groove
in my palm
many more grey filaments
Connecting me Forward
And Back
to so much Time
Walking this Earth
Be it Half a blink
In the Span of this Spinning planet
All the same,
Crickets
Mindlessly pursue their rubbing
Now to keep Warm
until overpowered,
they Drop
*
Photograph by Nick Zungoli
Lovely. You nailed the feeling and the moment.
Ah, Kiki, I know the feeling so well. Nicely put!
Never could quite describe the feeling I have this time of year. Nostalgia and expectation, a hankering back and a projection into the future. You do it so well x
Thank you dear Andrea
Kiki c’est beau ,,c’est ton corps et celui des grillons,c’est la memoire et ta marche dans celle du TEMPS.Je te lis je te suis pas a pas avec emotion et puis je regarde les sillons dans ma main,….j’attend ….et te dis une fois de plus :merci.
Suzanne, tu m’écris les plus beaux commentaires, tu sembles comprendre comme si tu avais toi meme écris le poem. Merci.
Dear Kiki – as always, as always, masterful with the images. The crickets mindless pursue of their rubbing … and Nick’s photo! Maybe the crickets are telling us that the perspective we imagine is caused by the point of view of the camera and that maybe we are just suppose to sing …
Thank you!
Reading this was a sensory experience. What a beautiful way to start the day!