Thursday, November 12, 2015

Day 12 - November PAD - After (blank)

After the thump 
after that thump of earth hits
the wood and the once worthy
work and wonder of it all left for
others – you shall find me – in the
whisper of the wind, in the rustle
of filigreed light playing shadow games
on your baby’s toes as he grasps in de-
light reaching for all he can still,  with new
eyes see clearly - tickled into gales of giggles
in a clear new day – as you pause and wonder –
shake off a passing chill and smile at the innocence
of infants grasping delighted handfuls of sweet breezes
at what for a time you will only see as nothingness – until