A Postcard from S

A Postcard from S

Dearest C,

You once wrote to me

from a place where

everything was heady

with spices. Many,

many years later, here

I am, writing you.

I miss you

so much. I don’t even

know if this will

reach you. I wish

we could both

dip our feet here,

at the basin near

the roots of this

ancient and

monstrous tree.

Things are always

clearer in the four

corners of

paper. I’m

muddled now. But,

if we both looked up

from here, the light is

tangled up in the

leaves.

And beyond it,

the sky is

azure and

clean.

August 3, 2021

Photo mine.

Day 2, Poem no. 4 for The Writing Oasis (Summer 2021) with Beth Kempton