- On the 21st of June 2012, I had seen a picture that Janet @slmret had posted on her blog (xanga), showing the way the trees were bent due to the force of the wind. It’s an amazing picture; I had to sit and write about it. This poem is for you Janet.
- When you tell me you don’t need me
I think of the time you’d said
you couldn’t live without me.
You say nothing matters anymore
But I know everything matters
More now, than ever before.
Like sand flowing through the hour glass
you say our time has come and gone
and refuse to look at my lowered head
So many questions in our mind
Like branches of trees on the sea shore
leaning away from their trunks
accepting decades of wind’s fury
My body leans towards you
Hoping to stop the passage of time
wishing for more sand in the hourglass.
June 21st 2012.