Poems and Poetry

Robert Silver

A Gust | A Poem by Robert Silver

A gust alive; a redwood dead
Sleep softwood your peaceful breath
A gust dies

Stone in stillness; still, revealed
From emptiness a gust begins,
like water, carving the stone around
A grain of sand, unknown, found

Reach for the fleeting sand
Fingers shadow palm of hand
Origin, wisdom, truth imparted,
color alike, color departed

A gust alive; knowledge dead
Open eyes and open hand
Fly back to wisdom, grain of sand
A gust dies