Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
We are asleep with compasses in our hands.
On the last day of the world
I would want to plant a tree
What you remember saves you.
The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.
Through all of youth I was looking for you
without knowing what I was looking for
Send me out into another life
lord because this one is growing faint
I do not think it goes all the way