cklarock

I already feel your return
it whispers and is left behind,
encoded into your wake:
A parabolic slice that hums and fades
and rises and a ! sigh before drifting deep into its own away.
All return, we all turn, turn again and
our returns every one predicted by the arc of our departure.

I can already see.

Black eyes that pop and glimmer and
everyone will say, just like her mother!
and even as I flash my teeth and make that tiny genuflection
I will know better.

We will keep to ourselves when I see you next.
we will smile and share secrets when you return.