My Finding

I went out

to find a bird

to sing with this song

This song of loneliness and tremours

of love, I know

 

I went out to see the salmon spawning

all pink and smelling of salt

I found you

there

Shivering with longing

To you, I go

 

My ankles burning and cold

with the fire and the calling

All I saw was what I felt

I couldn't even place your name

though your face I held

 

And in summertime

I went out

the soil under my soles slipping and falling

and found mine

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

After reading this and looking at your work... I believe "Finding" or "Find" would be a fitting title for this one... the words reflect much in the write...

[BreatheBrittany]

You know what, you're right. Thanks so much for helping me find it ;)