SCATTERING
I wonder
If you noticed
As you left
The way the light
Behind you
Gathered on the plains
And how the blues
Distilled from noonday skies
Became a darkened canvas
Of the day and how the dot of sun
Would pull our eyes
Away from that one spot
Where you had been
To somewhere in a distance
Past the clouds
To places you might wander
Through again.
I wonder if you took
The time at all
To have a look behind
To fix the spot
Where time and space
All scattered have become
A picture of the place
Where you are not.
Your leaving is a telling
Beyond words, an empty seat,
A setting, distant sun,
A barren tree,
A scattering of birds,
The painting of a sorrow
Just begun.
