On The Line

for my mother

 

I can't bear the way you turn toward
the wind of gravity;
Your eyes too wide to be secure,
too desperate to be safe.
I whisper to you, look this way,
I lend you my eyes.
I struggle against your bewilderment.
Each of us trying to press
white sheets against a bellow of wind
whipping our faces to tears.

Reviews

[roarke]

essence sublime.

[Greg the Bard]

I didn't find this as flowing as most of you work but it has great images. I don't know if "bewilderment" is ever a word that should be used in such a short work. I love the ending becausing it has happened to me on Lands End in England.

[Ed Hart]

we walk these paths alone, sometimes friends watching from the distance, our community in their eyes

[W.k.kortas]

Short in words, but as big as the damn universe. A whole lotta good in a small package.

[Emily B]

hold her close

long as you can