Of SoulsA Poem by Wholesome cat
Along riverbanks
are where water rats undress and lay their heads down for sleep, and here he walks, the moon undulating around surfacing animals Underlying cool blue is a flustered flame growing dim, unaware of its depleting source Underlying dark blue are pale requisitions, lost pinings. If there is a soul, his is here, ambling the night's meridian His thoughts cluster around small details and dispel; in his throat well up passing ambiguities, with no face to his destination He stops often and rests in the sand as ghost manifest and leave, as tides ripple over his sandals, and he feels the wind through his sweater, answering with short sighs that dispel into foggy breath Nothing stops the spread of silver across the horizon, growing timidly purple and pink and orange, or how the water rats emerge and resume paused winter dances, or the warmth returning through his limbs in the wake of dying breeze; All these things come as they come And if there is a soul this is his, in casual earthly rebirth gazing at the old with new eyes
© 2015 Wholesome catAuthor's Note
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