Ελεγεία της παιδικής ηλικίας

when did it happen,
that twizzle dazzle
Rochambeau during which
you twinkled and tap-danced
from our wordy
hot tub merry
and full of laughing waters
to the river swift,
grey and roiling
thru the locks
and around the island
on the way
to the stormy seas
so vast and voiceless?

you used to
babble like brooks
and I used to
bathe in that
Ponce de Leon flow
eternal and new

(did you not know this?)

and drink of the wine everlasting,
drink of the young perfect you…

today I was down there,
at that creekbed
and it was just
full of dead leaves
that were dank
in stagnant pools
and crackly disappearing
whisps where that
bed was bone dry
and empty of water
and of music
and of laughter.

i miss you so bad…
so bad.
and in these times
it’s impossible
to keep hope alive
without a sop
to my thirst for you
and your fresh vibrant
open and happy face.

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7 thoughts on “Ελεγεία της παιδικής ηλικίας

    • This will be a finding your way forward, for it waits somewhere in the forest tangle of individuation. All you can do is dig reservoirs early and fill them ever, and then know that the cut when they go is so deep and the not knowing when or if Capistrano will again be a twitter is a cloud dark indeed.

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