Carried Away

Five, no ten

fingers outstretch

Transported,

riding time's stream

seems

traceable, apparent

You plus me

Hands unclenched

emptied

For what

time has certainly carried away

  

Recycled?

When I'm thrown away
Where is the recycle bin to place
all that was between you and me?

Does a friendship

get to be recycled

Knit into the potential

within to find

love again?

When a person is thrown away

A lifetime of words, places, conversations

is attached

labeled

for recycling?

  

  

Refusing Ebb

Bluer than the brushstroke
up and to the side
bridging the divide

Bluer than the tears
always pooling tidal,
refusing ebb

I see the tide 
a little farther true north
just a little farther

To place the space
my soul resides