today the raindrops are sharp,
fine needles injecting novocaine
into the back of my exposed skin,
my breath heavy
from running up the incline
as fast
as
i
can
to see if a wish came true.
and i reach the clearing.
gingerly i step onto a new bed
of yellow-green moss —
soft, springy, cushioning me
from what lies beneath —
and i stoop down,
let my fingertips feel
the gentleness within each tiny leaf
that absorbs the tears dripping down.
and so we finally meet again.
despite the ages that have passed
i still remember your voice
and its mirthful tones
telling me you wished to be reborn
as none other than moss
on the forest floor.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
today the raindrops are sharp,
fine needles injecting novocaine
into the back of my exposed skin,
my breath heavy
from running up the incline
as fast
as
i
can
to see if a wish came true.
and i reach the clearing.
gingerly i step onto a new bed
of yellow-green moss —
soft, springy, cushioning me
from what lies beneath —
and i stoop down,
let my fingertips feel
the gentleness within each tiny leaf
that absorbs the tears dripping down.
and so we finally meet again.
despite the ages that have passed
i still remember your voice
and its mirthful tones
telling me you wished to be reborn
as none other than moss
on the forest floor.