Small Alef poetry 4

I run to him I kiss him hug him,
over my head
a ribbon of light.
I weep.

Any moment now
might erupt —
the memory that heals.

Holding his foot as we chuted toward the light,
when we touch
I remember.

And again
over my head exploding
a ribbon of dots
a ribbon of light.

jsg, usa

Small alef: poetry
Maqam Saba