wandering

I Could Wander

kikirosner

I could wander, pacing

the places I walked before,

knowing them again and for the first time

I could call your name,

hear it slip off my tongue,

whisper through grasses

I could forever search your scent

that I would find here then there

 

Instead, I sit by the quiet of rippling water

in which I see myself smiling

I kicked off my shoes

which sank to the bottom

of the blueness before me, barefoot,

I wander with my spirit

Ceased measuring my life

in kilometers, stopped tracing

my well being with changing backdrops

 

The only one now is the sun greeting me

and taking leave, over this great expanse

of ever-changing liquid

My heart stands still, content

to know itself, and you,

you are everywhere, in everything

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

A Bouquet Of Flowers In A Suitcase

kikirosner
Y.R

Y.R

He smushed them into a bursting hard cover suitcase,

brought it to a stand between his thighs

forced it to a close

The flowers shrieked

I questioned his gesture, he said

it was the best way to dry them,

after all he’d never be able to appreciate them alive

he was leaving

The thought of passing them on

to live their fullness

never entered his mind

it was too crammed

I watched him go off into another day

undifferentiated for this unrelenting man

who journeyed only

There was something of a crumpled flower about him,

yellowish at the edges,

ochre in the middle,

something musty

even after a shower

I looked for the suitcase

encircling him as he walked to the train station

got lost in his years spent wandering

roaming the ground, finding more reason

for aimless searching

Then seeing the child in his stoop

I knew what he was hopelessly

looking for.