Even when so much has passed
Through and next our path to go
It will happen that the foretold
On a day clear as a singer’s throat
Will join a promise with its own
Surprise
And in the rush of finishing
A journey we started alone
Across the way, where footprints show the way
It will happen that the foretold
Will make a wet rock
A rest for our tired wait
And then, as quiet as an acorn falling
Vast spaces will hold the whisper we shared
In acceptance and in hope
That foot prints along our journey
Will still leave a patch of old snow
Untouched
And it is there
That winter will carry the cozy in its breath
To melt that patch in slow and in the sign of the goodbye
That was left behind a door, on a winter day
In a past that let footsteps mark the path
Where we once got lost
With acceptance
November 21, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020
PS/ In 2014 I co-authored a fictional biography book with a friend and writer I had met four decades ago. The publisher of the book, a Montréal, Canada based printing house, wanted to use one of my photographs for the cover. The choice was made to use a photo I had taken in Nazaré, Portugal where a couple walked on the sandy beach next to foot prints already on the sand.
Here is about that book and a photo of the cover:
https://vahezen.blogspot.com/2014/04/this-posting-will-be-different-from-my.html
This poem tackles similar memories.
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