generated by Leslee Hare with MidJourney AI
9/8/19
Your ashes
My ballast in this bewildering world
Heavy in the tin
Your favorite cap perched
I forgot you were there for a moment.
Direction lost and found
Scorched and crumbling
You leave me untethered
Blindly grasping for an anchor.
Scattered now
Groping, I find the blindfold
Peel the layers back
And wipe the smudges from my face.
Cinders swirl
Descendant
Finding purchase
I gain my footing.
Taking my own step forward
Ashes blend into the soil
And all is well
At last.
leslee hare 