just just

wind through the trees

ruffling your hair

blowing grit

into my eyes

talking difficult words

explaining divergence

parting of our ways

not through lack

distance or care

just just

the words falling away

our paths

just just

mine going this way

& yours

not with mine

as the wind waved branches

just passing through

holding onto nothing

yet creating commotion

floating past my ears

all these words passing through

floating past my ears

people talking about family

things everybody knows

& nothing settles within

chimes resonates takes hold

their fulsome magic formula

of togetherness bonds of bind

where I have distance

strangers in a spread circle

using different languages

songs sung to separate

than join hands

fathers buried early

mothers gone to foreign lands

sister brothers halves & bastards

separated by vows of silence

things that cannot be spoken

secret shame whispered

in quieter corners behind hands

how I envy the warmth

to shake this coldness

that I will never understand

donkey of strange goods

in the salons of paris

where I had gone laden

with white thick sliced loaves

proper Tea for the English

they quizzed me on my manners

politics views of the world

& feeling only as a tourist

donkey of strange goods

I held no idea my quizzicals

were testing me for friendship

networking my soul

I failed their tests on many levels

feeling I was just passing through

understanding too well my poverty

may not bring me this way again

it was me not them

failing to see my horizon

could be lifted

I took a seat

tiny row at the back

& all there was

a candle burning slow

a lady fussing at flowers

& me

wondering how to begin

make what happens happen

or was I too late for the show?

& the padre wandered in

did that thing people do at home

looking around see what was different

from the last time

& he saw me came right over

shook my hand

talked about the place

could see knew I was new to this

offered to help any way he could

& suddenly my heart felt foolish

how to tell this good shepherd

the things I wanted to do

over a woman I thought I loved

how a man can get so black

over these things passing through

I shook his hand said thank you for your time

put pennies in the slotted box

made my way out into the sunshine

took the route home slow

there were no answers given

but I had them anyhow