Yesterday the leaves on the trees were clapping for you
the wind all reckless and wild-fresh 
gusting with imaginings of us, of memories
sloughed off with time yet  
lingering in papery veins.
I made a picture, dark crayons distress 
crackle paint, oil pastels?
I couldn’t find a medium that fit 
or was made to last, or had the tonal values
to tell me you’d be gone  
long before the painting dried.
 
And so this resignation: did you catch 
the right emotions, did I offer the perfect landscape?
The voices of trees speak for themselves.
I hope one day you find what you love
and I hope one day, you love
what you find.

 

0 thoughts on “Find What You Love”

  1. This seems so poignant – "I couldn't find a medium that fit…"

    I never was that enamoured of Marshall McLuhan, but there's some wisdom in his assertion that the medium is the message. It makes finding the right medium even more important.

    Such a lovely poem!

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