LOSS

 

 

I miss
those I have left behind,
n’ those who have left me behind.
Loss lurks around 
the skylight of my being,
shadowing my awakening. 

Nostalgia

has spread like fungus.

Mycellium running through veins,

nourishing cells with the mirage

of memories.        

And yet,

sitting under the shade

of an umbrella pine,

this hot summer day,

gaze dreaming on

the blue Mediterranean,

there is peace.