Roots


How long has it been since we talked?

I mean really talked?

Remember a time when it was normal

to sit in the silence between the conversation and just feel at ease?

There were moments of intense emotions.

And also boredom sometimes.

But, underneath, a deep resting in the steadiness.

Those who have gone hang in the air.

My father.

My aunt.

My uncles.

A whiff of their nearness brushing past

Every so often.

Brings comfort.