Sunday morning
silent but for
shifting winds.
Dead leaves
hurry toward
the roof peak,
then, dizzy,
off the edge
to thin air.
I miss you.
I don't--
miss you.
I've put my
sweater
on and off a
dozen times.
My dog likes
facing into
the breeze.
He can't
decide, can't
stay still.
Easter morning,
Sunday silent
but for
shifting winds.
I listen
for your car
on gravel
and for
birds who
out-quicked
the cat.
They are
restless--
they search and
search.
I get up to
leave, but
stand there.
My dog looks
a question.
I miss you.
I don't--
---.
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for Sunday Muse #52. I am hosting. You are invited!
Love the rhythm and reverses in this!
ReplyDeleteYou encapsulate a barrage of emotions with the lightest touch. A most accomplished poem.
ReplyDeleteThe restlessness makes me think of the feelings that overflow the heart every time one is heading towards a meeting that promises to be complex. So many feelings, waiting to taste the wind...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is it exactly, the conflicting feelings, the inner restlessness, the I do, I dont........all of those things, simultaneously.
ReplyDeleteI love that your dog was part of this. The back and forth of it...
ReplyDeletePerhaps you could have included the song "Should I Say Or Should I Go" by The Clash...
"my dog looks a question"....what an intriguing line. Love this Shay. Some things and people in life can make us feel this way; just not sure. Thank you so much for hosting Shay!!
ReplyDeleteI like the restlessness in this poem.
ReplyDeletemakes me think of Lucinda Williams, Car Wheels On a Gravel Road
ReplyDeleteSo many emotions..I love you but I don't. I'll miss you until I won't...Hey it's April and I'm poem drunk. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the conflict and emotions throughout, Shay . . . :)
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