Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Being Back



In the fold again
with the awkward how you dos
and shifting glances of reacquaintance
settling one by one
like the down of feathers.

We clear the silence with our reinventions
through the thicket of words and bed
of constancy
remembering now to part again.

2 comments:

Rebekah said...

The process in this poem & photo and the solid objects invoked work together perfectly. I love this....

Cha sen said...

Always appreciative of your insights, Rebekah.