a quiver of movement
tells me you walked here
whisper of cloth
crisp of leaves under-foot
these are too tangible
for what you have become
a name underlying memory
a song caught on tape
the card you signed
and I kept for no reason
but that your hand
had rested on the paper
in the dark I walk cautiously
listening waiting
for your voice
to mist my cheek.
Jonna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, was published by Clarity House Press; and her poetry, A Summer Father, was published by the Frontenac House of Calgary.
© 2011, Jonna M. Weston
Halfway Down the Stairs 