The Forgotten Barbecue

I am reblogging this because it comes into the category of “I wish I had written this.” What a magnificent poem.

One Grain Amongst the Storm

It has come upon me
once more, this month of
interrogations, the rat race
to the roads I never thought
I’d take.

Behind me and beyond
the misty miles, lie the
much-dreamt meadows
that will never be my home now.

They beckon me yet again
like the foliage of a mirage
waiving at a lost traveller;
like a ghost castle calling
to the fold the return of the
ghost feet.

Bereft of longing
I am rising in the air.
The flame that once was
is now the shade of mildew,
burnt, charred, overdone
like a forgotten barbecue.

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