chagall backdrop

I hear the wind whip
the leaves in the distance behind me
unable to stay steps ahead
I lose ground with each stride

my gait grows shorter
slower and wavers

I reel
as a drunken lover

lost her way
points to the music

finding it’s there
not there

once reminded
twice branded

enough left
to right the path

thankful for the swerves
in-line with the stagger

the wind catches me
races up my back
a violent eddy of debris
at my feet

deals a blow
two hands smack flat my ears
pains, clears my mind
to say

walk it now
just die alone
and I’ll hear nothing more
about it

© Chagall, 2013