the stories that made me
I have heard
your name
in the wind
on the mountain tops
I have heard it whispered
by the leaves
I have heard it
in the deep voice
of the rumbling rivers,
and in the softest
footsteps
of foxes
in the bush
Everywhere I go,
they speak of you
as if you are
the only sound
that defeats
the silence
Remember when
we you took me skipping
on the clouds
above Palermo.
That day
your dress
nearly got caught
in the antennas
as you jumped
from rooftop
to red rooftop.
Then we stopped
to catch our breath
when
in the distance
church bells
burst into the wind.
It was a wedding.