It started out as most things do. At a distance. In the back of my mind. Something to wonder about, But never define. Most of the time it's just "hello", Or "Shalom" Or "what book" And their reply. And, it continued, as most things do, Way too fast, And, Way too soon. Thinking back now they are a wonder in my thoughts. About- What could've been. If I took the chance of knowing them. And, Why do I miss them. When I've got all but squat.
It's often something I think about. To miss someone I never took the chance of knowing. To listen to a sort of rain and think about what they're listening too. Or who they're thinking about as well. After a few years it everything seemed flimsy anyways.
Woodland gardens, in their clunky brown depth Of wet, powdered strings soiled in sap The raw scent of shapeless red clay lost and wondered - Where I, remember briefly, catching a glimpse of a bear Or rather it's fur.
Mingled in the concert, a blur of peculiar bursts of noises Struck with no identity, whimsical and plain The songs of festivities - Cool, romantic winds fueled the ferris wheel As the man pressed flatly in pools of his own vitality Broke my heart into orbes of fear and empathy.
If you watch closely You'll come to know that men won't lie when you're listening They won't hide. You'll lie for them to yourself when you catch your eyes closing.
The geese Form a procession in their northern formal dress. Single file they march down The hill Coming from deep out of the tree line and through A courtyard of grass and sedge, Their solemn walk An act of unison metered by webbed feet. And an overdone elegance.
At shore of the pond They prostrate themselves, Head bowed to the water. As if encountering an old priestess among the church pews. Solemnly they shake their Necks like human hands- A time honored ritual. Then, an unknown cue, Their heads turn up to the blue sky launching themselves Into the water splash-less, like Floating clouds blown on The breeze. Now moving independently, leaving ripple paths across the pond. The ritual has ended.
A vision of fairy life along a rural woods with a pond.