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This work was first published in published in author’s debut collection of poetry “The Many Moods of the Moon” (Rosetta Versos 2024) (2024-11-01). View the original publication ↗
My soul is scattered
across her shores and sands
inside her abandoned houses
and her warm valleys
on sun filled days
I wish to hold her close
when I catch her scent
in the air of the afternoon
light years away
I clutch onto her
a child refusing to leave his blanket
like rainwater upon mud
knowing we will dry up to our ways
eventually
I exist
cracked, firm
in spite of our separation
She is the passing of a life
A solitary salutation
in a cold place
the warmth in my infinite darkness
One day
I will walk across her endless highways
in the raindrops of her promised freedom
touching her colored skies
that I will once again
call home