it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.
// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go
hudson biko
passing
Category: Poetry
cloud watching
veer out into the clouds.
witness
their slow dance.
with the sun.
notice the way
their touch
lingers through
the margins
comes close
feels far
calls us in
brings us out
// Hudson biko
hold
there will reach a time.
where you will find yourself.
sitting. in the sun.
lost. in the sky.
and you will think back.
to this moment.
when it was dark.
and cold.
and the good
felt
so far
// hudson biko
permeate
look at the way the sun glimmers
through the gallery of the sky.
seeks you.
behind rugged corners
and open wounds.
sees you.
in all the fierce
and subtle ways
you break through
// hudson biko
falter
marvel at the flowers
wither.
and remember
the beauty.
in your falter
// hudson biko
hudson biko 