I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
I wanted to tell you about the blue skies
The summer kiss
And the seas of our dreams
I wanted to tell you about me
And you and us
But instead
I have been consuming myself with trivial questions
Like have- you – eaten, are – you – cold, how- was – nursery today
Oh how long it takes
To become a better mother of you
And myself
Oh no, cherry tree,
Please do not blossom today.
I can’t face your beauty.
You are ruining my plan for greyness.
It is only greyness that I can manage today.
And – alas-your pink flowers bring to mind
Hope, love, joy.
It is hard to be reminded of them.
Oh, cherry tree,
Please do not blossom today.
Just wait until my spirit is alligned with the spring
And my heart is ready for new starts.
But not yet, not today.
Oh, cherry tree,
Please do not blossom today.
sedimentary 