(into a westerly wind)
.
True north
has spun,
and there’s a slight chance
I might soon be one
with the sky. If you see me
fly by, grab a belt
(Orion’s? mine?)
loop and let’s regroup
somewhere on the other side
of the Milky Way, where the stars
remember how to shine.
..
prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 28. we were also encouraged to record a favorite poem, and post an audio link, but it seems neither my voice nor my tech skills are up to that challenge at the moment. Perhaps later.
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I like this. Sorry the technical side of things didn’t work, but thank you for sharing this poem still.
There is a chance any of us soon becomes one with the sky, but I do hope you have many long years still to share you poems with us 🙂
This is beautiful. I love the imagery.
Reading forwards and backwards today, lovely. =)
Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing!
Orion’s belt is always hard for me to see! So I will have to stick to looking for yours 🙂 The other side of the Milky Way sounds great!