The edge of you
Brushed my skin so lightly
It bowled me over
Hair spinning a torrent a tumbleweed
Wild as the gusts that roll it
And just as prickly
You gave me goosebumps
I wasn’t ready for
And whirling to catch my breath
Dry eyes dusty white
I stood in place rooted,
Cuts still weeping I couldn’t reach for you
My arms still too full of my grief
To hold and touch and need
Still learning to hold myself, it’s rending me
In strips of someone I used to resemble
And I’m not sure who that is anymore
Knees knocking I’m still
As limbs growing underground
Holding me in place
As you blow by and by and by again
And only my eyes can follow.
A Burd in Flight 