MICROPOETRY
Still Seeing You
You were hidden in the trees
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1 min read6 days ago
It was like you were in those trees that morning
graceful, swaying, broad-leafed
branches reached down
in a pouring rain
loving grip, wide open heart
caressed me
While behind liquid eyes
leap like dancers’
ancient longings
You see the world
as a flower does
or mountain
As you need to see
the sun sweep over morning
beckoning the folly of lost children
I saw you everywhere:
in the faces of clouds
in the wind tickling at the trees
even in the tiny, quiet moments
behind necessary burdens
You nudge
gently as a child
at the bellies of my questions
And laugh like a warrior
at my too earnest answers
I know, can’t help it
You were there
I swear
Then
as usual … gone
Had it really been you
or just the wind swirling in the trees?
