Meaning

A poem

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Meaning

Photo by Joel Burgess

Words disappear into air, thin air,
wind blows and they are gone forever,
speak little or speak much
they are carried away, carried away.

Speak you must, sound into meaning
for meaning is not found in stone beneath your feet
or in the upright way you hold your head
but in the breath that spreads between us,
in the way you declare and I hear
and for a simple moment
a word is a brick and then gone
but our necks tilt toward the other
and smiles rise along with the hum,
and wind writes prose with the forest
that settles into silent space.

As long as our eyes can meld with the others
and trees respond to the wind,
whisper we will
and we will be whispered,
a body will be breathed,
and a hand can pluck a petal
from a beetle’s back,
now scurry along and leap
with wings spread wide.

The air will catch you.

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Thank you for reading! What strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read this piece? I look forward to whatever dialogue happens here, and as always, I will be following up with a Reflection essay on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian

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