Not So Far

What happens to all that has been misplaced?

Sand abandoned in the pockets of clothes,

Not so much memories, but the presence we know

The arc of her arm, half finished songs

Lilting in the shadows of the world we found.

Childhood was flinging ourselves at whatever

Came to mind- lions, miles, spoken lines,

Our scribbled trail so hard to trace, pushed

By wind-driven tides that gather and part,

Our footprints falling beneath the waves.

Can they be far, these orphaned things?  Can we

Weave them back together like seams of a kite

Caught by the wind and unfurled for safekeeping,

An inverted anchor pulling towards the sky,

Our brokenness singing above the beach.

When the time comes, it won't be hard to find.

We know it's waving, the kite extending from her arms

To ours.  It's not so far, no time has passed,

We are safe- just waiting for it to fall,

For all that's suspended between sand and sky.

- June 2012