Richard Grahn

Movement

for Johanna

halls painted
in dancing candlelight . . .
my breathing tuned
to the echoes
of your footsteps

How could a memory from 40-years ago tug at me as yours does now? How did you manage to grow in my psyche with such strong roots? I invited you in long ago. But I thought when we parted you took what was yours and left. But, damn it; you left me with a smile and a hug and a kiss and a photo of you beaming like the sun. Every year or two, I take it out and there you are, a moment in my life when love took me by the hand and waltzed me into the future. Now, here I stand with the seeds you planted flourishing in my mind. Looking down at my feet, 40-years spent living in your garden doesn’t seem like a very long time.

a breeze
orchestrates the windchimes . . .
tapping my feet
to the rhythm of your heart
carried around in my head

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About the Author

Richard Grahn stays busy as the “founding collaborative artist” and “Jack of some trades” at Drifting Sands Haibun and the Drifting Sands – Poet’s Hub.  He has been widely published online and in print. His comprehensive bio and more of his poetry can be found on his Poet’s Hub Page and Blog.

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