Category Archives: The Absolute

Surfacing

Beneath the froth of our conversation:
crisscrossing channels of sentiment,
peacocking plumes of hot air,
miles-long trenches of silence.

There are beings
who live deep
in the unspeakable,

Ghostly creatures
too flimsy of form
to surface alone.

Still, we try:
hauling them up
one word at a time.

 

 


 

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I Spy

Kijo_iSpy

Caught a glimpse
of you rounding the corner,
Felt the wind
from the hem of your dress,
Heard you in the laugh
of a well-lived woman,
Saw your rhythm
in the gait of a old man.

I woke up tasting a word
in a language I don’t recognize.
Who or what are you?