I Run To Him
November 30, 2012 | 
Author 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 hug
I remember.
And again
over my head exploding
a ribbon of dots
a ribbon of light.
jsg, usa
Small alef poetry; Vayishlach
Maqam Saba
Posted in Small Alef Poetry
