Death & Chocolate

Halloween brings thoughts

of decay

and the permission to eat

chocolate.


Neringa ripples toward me

as I approach down the slope

of her wet leaves.

Immediately,

I want to consumate our movement–

drink her up,

have her take

me.


Neither will do,

so I continue up the road

on this Hallow’s Eve Day,

sensing the transparency

of the worlds

in my bones.

The air mysteriously moves

through

me,

mocking the illusion of

separation.


With eyes no longer

drawn up

by Autumn’s fiery reds,

my gaze

sinks

to the earth–

to her rich

colors of

death.


I float to

the place and  beauty

of my own

mother’s

passing

until I discover a half-dozen

trees

missing

from the banks

of the pond–

beavers,

hired

to clear my view.


Turning toward home,

I find four trunks

huddled together,

branches wrapped around

each other’s

back,

bare–

except for lichen,

a soft, sickly green

creeping up each body,

dangling

from each limb.


On this dark day of souls

I wonder~

Does the ghost of sweet

Jesse

roam

these

hills

like me?

Kelly Salasin, Oct. 31, 2009

Love’s Hiding Places

kelly salasin


In tippy-toed embraces

and

arched-neck kisses

I learned

about Love

from

my

Mommy

& Daddy


But

Love was Lost

when they Divorced

Turning Numb

and Cold

and Hiding its Face

among the stars


I never thought to

see Love again

Never wanted to


Yet to my unabashed

Surprise

It reappeared

Many years later

when I myself

was a Mommy

tippy-toe kissing a Dad


I found it

in the strangest place…

Hiding

in the

Spoon-Cuddling nap

of my Father

& stepMother


Who would have thought

that it’d be there

just waiting

for me

to notice…


As I grew older

Love was less shy

about showing itself to me:


Once

it was

so Bold

& Brazen

it made me cry,


As I watched my “stepFather”

hold my mother’s hand

while she died

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