GUESTBOOK 87: “Gennie (in remembrance)” (by John Martinez)

.

If I held you

For the first time,

I would remember

To hold you

With baby arms,

My face pressed

Against your skin,

I would look

Into your eyes,

See the clouds,

Roaming,

The faraway ocean

Of your iris

 

Gennie, words

Are like wingless

Blue Jays now, 

Tapping at my window,

Numb fingertips

Finding nothing,

A half-cup of coffee,

A sound

That never formed

Into a word,

Because there are 

No words

For this

 

And this life,

This knot

On a rope,

This dragging

Of skin and bone,

Vibrations,

The rotating earth

Grinding, shifting

To the hum

Of our hearts;

Our hearts,

Clocks and hands

 

This life

Still wants you,

Your whispering 

Wise words,

This life

Is calling you;

Come back, Gennie

In a wind puffed sail,

Come back

In the eye

Of the moon,

The glistening sheen

On moaning seas,

But come back

Gentle again,

As you saw yourself,

A sunflower

In an endless patch,

Because you are

All of this now;

That everything

We look to,

For inspiration

And love

.

© John Martinez 2013

All Rights Reserved

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