I walk past it Everyday. Stately, silent, still. Waiting. Fourteen chairs, Four leaves, A table for three generations. Waiting. Waiting as I wait, For this to be over. For this to be done. For family to gather round it again.
When the world stops, How do we go on? When everything changes, What remains? In the stillness of a halted city, Amid the bombardment of the news, Adrift in enforced solitude, What do we have? Cotton clouds and blue skies. Spring rustling through awakening trees. The chatter of returning birds. The smile of a loved one. The laughter of a child. Music to keep us company as we stare out the window at an empty street. We have what we've always had, Each other.
Shadows and silence, Touch, Taste, Nothing, But you.
A whisper at your shoulder,
A cloud in your smile.
A dark companion,
Silent at your side.
How do you unknow
What you know?
How do you not hear
The stealthy stalker at your back?
How do you laugh, sing, love
With this shadow on your mind?
How do you dance with death?
A big thank you to Peter for coming up with this Sunday Collaboration idea and giving me the opportunity to get Spooky. Peter has moved on from WordPress, but you can check out some of his archived work here.
Saved A bump in the night, It’s nothing, right? Wind at the window, Gusts at the door. Shadows in the bedroom, Were they there before? An old farmhouse, Creaking wood floors. A musty bed, In an unused room. A storm, mad rain, Go to sleep, again. Crucifix on the wall, Across from the bed. A voice in the dark, A whisper in his head. Have you been saved? The shadows said. Thorns on his head, Blood on his ribs. The pale figure moved, First hands, then feet. Stepped off the cross, Floated down from the wall. Sheets on the floor, Feet on the stairs. Heart pounding, Door slamming. Rain on his face, He shouted back at the house. Thanks, but I can save myself!
I see nature winning, And man failing. I see a world suffice unto itself. Oceans and plants and crawling things All of whom Would be better off without us. I see humanity, That puffed-up peacock of the animal world, Building monuments to nothing But its own vanity. I see blue skies and green trees Towering mountains and vast seas And humans too stupid to Appreciate any of it. I see nature winning, And man failing.
To borrow from Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
How will I miss thee? Let me count the ways… None, zero, not at all. I will not miss you Wet, white, cold. I will not long for your chill embrace. I will not pine for your ice and sleet. I will not miss you winter mine. I will not miss you. No, not one flake. Hello, Florida 🙂
On my knees, I'm more. Under your hands, I'm real. In your eyes, I'm found. I give freely this gift you take.
If I had stopped to button my coat, If I had skipped class that day? f I had gone to another library, or another school, Would I have met you? If you hadn't worn those pants, Walked in front of the table where I sat, If you hadn't said, "Hey." Would you be at my side now? Would you be at my side still, When your hair has thinned, and mine is grey? Why you, why me, why us?
A hand to hold against the emptiness? A shoulder at my side? A smile that says he knows me? Laughter in the dark? I want all of that, I do. But now, Now, I want the pounding. Your hands on my hips, Your body in mine. I want the slam of us. Now, I want hard