Knotwork

By J. M. Carlstad  2009

A moth

caught in the tractor beam

of your eyes

I did not see

beyond

stronger grows

the daze

white rocks

of certainty

each

a moment of thought

extended

yours

anguished

not sure but…

have we been here before

it seems as if we were

reaching out

to silence

moments of comfort

restless unknowing

each gentle gift

the day – we WERE there!

I’ll not forget

though

puzzlement be

this season

wheels of sound

interlocking

a knotwork

of the soul

in now

to when?

the pull

the pull grows stronger

in the increasing distance