TO MISS NOW

The morning sky
dark and smeared
with stars, Orion
hunts with his dog,
Venus follows.
The air is cooler,
clearer, changed.
I cut my hair,
let go the eating
of flesh, listen
for the buddha voice
of bells from the inner
home I wandered from.
So much to let go!
So much to love!
Your eyes, breaking
up like a rainbow,
your skin a fine plaster 
I shape into a wall 
to enclose us.
To miss you now
is to miss now,
to miss the stars 
shattering and falling, 
as light like one tear 
spreads across
the face of the sky.





© 2007 by Richard W. Todd

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