Seeking

In the evening’s whispers, I seek you.

only to find you.

 

I find you pressed

against the treebark of my words.

Entangled in the curves of my roots.

Leaning into the light of my--

 

Why do I know you in this intimate way?

I scratch it, but it won’t go away.

 

Seeking, searching, finding, exploding.

 

We are stars

seeking homes

against the vast darkness of the night.

 

If I asked you to hold me tight,

would flowers blossom at our feet?

 

Moisture seeps into the earth

and I feel how you

nourish me.

 

Why do I know you in this infinite way?

I put pressure on it, but it won’t go away.

 

I seek you in the deep remnants

of memory,

but you are new to me.

 

You are new to me.

You are known to me.

You are shown to me.

 

There is a place amongst the trees

for people like you and me.

Look - can you see?

I will meet you where the seeking meets the sky.

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'I find you pressed
against the treebark of my words.
Entangled in the curves of my roots.
Leaning into the light of my--'

Why oh why, is this beautiful, passionate poem hidden in silence?! Your use of language, of emotions, flies, Kara.. and surely, surely.. has to reach where 'the seeking meets the sky'.

Exquisite.