Sunday, November 04, 2007

Neither held nor lost

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Somewhere In The World

Somewhere in the world we
share opposite ends of the sky.
There was the leaving you and
before that, the finding. How these
things come about, I cannot say.

How many the times you thought
of me, or I of you, and neither ever
knew it. There is a singular tragedy
in this, holding and losing a beauty
that can neither be held nor lost.

So I take water, sip the common
things that make us alike as if hovering
before the swollen pistil of a flower:
snow, pollen, dust, the grieving stars.

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Somewhere in the world you
are looking out a window. If it
is night, you are staring back at
yourself. If morning, the rising
blinds you enough to cause you
to believe you might have seen
something that reminds you of me.

It may be the missing part in a fence
line, or the withered tree among a
colted stand of saplings driving the
sun deeper into their willing roots.
Whatever is or isn’t, we share
opposite ends of a same sky.

It is enough.

Joseph Gallo
November 4, 2007


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3 Comments:

Blogger Kyle parried...

J~ This poem has a good heart and a clear voice. It reaches out for the reader and, I think, really connects. Well done.

November 10, 2007 6:02 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thanks as always, my friend. And please forgive me for forgetting to show my appreciation for ALL the comments recently. I forget to, that's all. Baaaad me.

November 21, 2007 7:52 PM  
Anonymous Bryan parried...

The parts of you that I miss are always there, Joe. Always in the back of my mind. Always in the connective tissue holding your words to my world.
Thank you.

November 26, 2007 9:33 AM  

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