Friday, July 29, 2011

Missing You

Missing you now is more
than an empty ocean,
crashing on a jagged shoreline.
It's more
than the open plains fields of wheat,
beaten down after the latest storm.
It's deeper
than the darkened cavern,
damp and dripping, heavy 
with the smell of stagnant water.

Missing you now is screaming
across the canyon,
waiting for an echo that does not come.
It's scrambling
for a grip, tumbling down the rocky cliffside.
It's thrashing
on the bottom of the ocean
watching that last bubble

fighting toward the surface.