Sunday, February 22, 2009


The rain falls
Clear and cold
On an unknown road
Grown in green with neglect
Returning to her primal state

He calls to her down that path
But she no longer hears
That siren song
Those words that are her
And yet say nothing

Waiting, gathering her breath
She turns towards the wind
It carries the promise of change
The salt tang of the ocean
The deep wet green scent of life

Away to the west
She will be lost
Her soul called out to sea
The noise and the hum
Of cars on asphalt
No longer hold her

And when this road is gone
When the trees have sealed it
Into their fold
With seedlings and ferns
And small watchers with bright eyes
Who will remember her
Walking this path