One tear falls.
Trembling, it rolled across his cheek then
down the bare downy shoulders of the babe
Clutched close in his arms.
As he passed the child back to the mother
The tear slid onto her hands and she flung it away
And hit upon the shaggy coat of a passing dog
Who shook his pelt of gold and the tear
Sailed into the air, caught by the wing of a passing sparrow,
Who swooped and dived and ruffled his grey feathers and
The tear fell into the gutter travelling through the city sewers
And finally out to sea.
For ten years it bobbed within the salty ocean until it was sucked up
By the clouds
And carried to a small town where it fell down upon the golden head
of a boy.
It rolled onto his face and the boy wiped it away and stared
For a moment
At the trembling drop between his fingers,
Why his father went away.
He’s drunk again
Bit wobbly. Eyes not quite focused
On this plane of existence. (more…)
Where has he gone? Where is he?
Parts of the same wind
Separate the air into compartments
This gust is lilac and pine
That gust is hay and horse
Another flurry brings a whiff of tobacco
Passing through crowds of particles that tickle our olfactory senses
Recycled, replenished, renewed
Our bodies are cloud bursts of aromas
Carried upon the same wind
Gusts and blustering give us our identity
But try to separate each for the other?
Appearing. Disappearing. Our particles indestructible.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
Who are we who move between the realms
Where even atoms cannot follow?
And what we leave, remains, not gone.
In the breeze, particles infused with memory scents
That sunset amongst the pines where lilacs bloomed
The stables close by
An old man with a pipe
For that moment on the wind
You are found.
Suzy Miller 2016