Consolation

You've only known me
with my body slain and
curled deep into soft spaces
dreaming of billowing sails
bike rides, hair flying,
along dawn-pink ocean swells.

You've only seen me with my brain
in under-drive, thoughts short-circuited.

A turtle could outpace me now.

Soil from the grave dropping
to reveal your translucence,
you speak to me of days
we wished we would have had together,
days when our bodies were unbreakable,
minds yet unseared by loss.

I reach out my hand to console air,
tell you we'll still have those days
when our ashes both straddle the wind.
                        



Pris Campbell
(c)2011

Published in The Dead Mule  June 2011

Nominated for Best of the Net 2011 by The Dead Mule. Thank you.

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