Sunday, February 26, 2012
Goodbye lurks everywhere,
different kinds of soldiers
marching into different kinds of war,
behind them a devastation of closing doors,
guarding memories in bottles
or velvet lined oaken chests
goodbyes try to steal one from the other.
Sitting alone with his kit along a river,
at his campfire,
he sees her dancing again in the flames,
somewhere he is flickering in hers,
another goodbye stretched taut and thin
as a long low howl in a sleeping forest
He looks at the mystery and misses it,
the question and the answer,
setting sun on the water,
the bright eagle soaring.
He will remember a distant dog barking,
at his feet water softly lapping,
days getting shorter,
crouched upon the border,
a campfire burning,
a prayer wheel slowly turning.