first light forgiven being bold

I am the sound.   I am not the voice.

I am the empty shell.   wind whistles me.

when you listen to me, you are listening to wind.

I am this much big.   farther now than I can see.

bigger also seems to mean a thinner thread.

I am a fish awash on the beach.   someone will find me soon.

healed or eaten.   either will be sufficient.   next.

I don’t know.   don’t know what face wants finding now.

I know what’s left behind.

I know what never arrived.

I am the dawn with sleeping eyes.   perhaps.

perhaps to know your name.   a river does.
 
 
will you know mine, in first light.
 
 
 
 
 
 

2 thoughts on “first light forgiven being bold

  1. I loved the the timbre of this poem- so like the wind – and what else is a voice but wind blowing over vocal chords. There is much of the existential, the meditative, and the yogic wisdoms in here:
    ” I am a fish awash on the beach. someone will find me soon.

    healed or eaten. either will be sufficient.”

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