Under the Stars
a cloud inside
a cloud
soft like cotton
sifting
the rain aching
to fall
but the blue won’t
turn gray
the light burns
behind the eye
it’s all gone
like waking
from a dream
you don’t remember
Dorothy in a field of red poppies
is anything in our control
being born
being buried
burned
the sea keeps reaching
closer
and closer
and closer
whether you’re ready
or not
we go
u
n
d
e
r
disappearing
from sight
and if only
you were loved
were you known
and if only
you loved
were you here
it’s not enough
to just
go through
to get by
to show up
when the dust settles
and all is quiet
know I loved you
more than this life
my darling, my dear
my yittle boo
my purpose
was you
it was always
you
(written on the beach May 13, 2022)
TL