Thirst
I like fade-ins, a time
to pause, catch a
processing breath
a face just out of frame,
in a reflection, so familiar,
like you, in the shadows
of the movie screen;
in film we could loosen
our grip on sorrow
find a shallow to
drop anchor in —
here, in the temporary
is never any good,
within a heart is cruel —
ask mine how it’s doing,
watch it shatter in grief
from the dockside of Heaven,
I’m praying that you’re there
rising up out of some ocean
after a new revelation
latches us together
tugboats, pulsing through
a chalky stream,
our good intentions
staving off nightmares,
when your disappearance
was terrible enough
I’m lifted up
on abundant waters,
diving deep for relief
I think these waves
are trying to
tell me something
they mimic
the train’s rolling
from your last holiday
Note: Couldn’t really come up with anything new today. I’ve been working & re-working this one for a while, so here it is. Based on Ingmar Bergman’s film, Thirst. The photo is from the film.
#OctPoWriMo Day 15
