Bamboo Back Scratcher. (Part IVX)

chadwick

Bamboo Back Scratcher. (Part IVX)

Memory
the day I spent walking.

Trees everywhere were so lively
in their sacred stillness.

I remember the dead leaves
as if my own hand.

My footprint
matched that of snowflakes
to rain.

In some ways
the river bent around me
I around the river.

But I was no leaf
no leaf to sail home
no leaf to sea.

And you were there
you are always there.

And when the sun opened
you were a hello
to my warming face.

My whiskers
were icicles melting in joy
as you cleaned me.

In some ways
the river bent around me
I around the river.

But I was no leaf.
no leaf to sail home
no leaf to sea.

mikalina

WOW, this is really nice. Thank you, Chad.

weed

I like this one

the wolf

weed wrote:

I like this one

me three.

jfs5-10-10

Fantastic! I love it. Inspiring. Beautiful.

chadwick

thanks, folks.
you people are far to kind.
perhaps a back scratch?
i titled this piece as i scratched my back.

anyone else ever have an itchy back?

redmosquito10

thats one of my favorites ive read in quite a while. reminds me how badly i need to get out of the city and take a backpacking trip. all in good time, i suppose. and yes, my back has been known to itch me on occasion