the rain forest

Here among straight backs,

green shirts and flirting sparks

of light, of feather,

among songs of ancients

the wind, lonely as a stone

tells me something.

It touches the old swing

by the river, begins to push

just enough to capture the eye

and surely there are ghosts

in private conversations

sipping coffee in the earliest sun.

I lost a love here my heart says.

A book of poems, yet unfinished,

traces the path

around and between the giants,

over the moss,

the stone beach.

You tell me, why I was lonely.

And I indeed

was never perfect.

You know where we flew to.

Then I, so tired,

easily frightened in those days,

felt the anchor tear away

from everything.

Touch me, my skin cried.

You were off fighting wars

of your own,

drowning slowly.

I'll tell you a secret, someone

told me the things you were saying

and that

opened the doors

of my going away.

for the past we let go of