Even though out words were once sharp edges
Deep painful gashes
And heart flesh left hanging
There are some things that I would tell you now.
About the mysteries
And there are secrets.
Today
I discovered the hollow beyond the nearby ridge
Had you once walked there?
And the edge of the green river
Has called to me
I come often.
There are mysterious roots and sweetly shaped stones.
I listen
To the sounds along old hidden trails
Had you also heard the wind mourning?
I would wait then
And hope that you would look at me.
This article appears in December 2011.
