tablet

tablet
for Goldmund left
february 2022

tablet
My feet sparing in their touch…. day’s suspire, a Weathercat snap in place

if
between
cloud trees
of gold
in season,
you should
know a bird
black in
feather
ahead of
you
criss-crossing
your path
of wonder,
like a ripple
outward on
the calm,
know,
dear Goldmund,
that it is the ‘i’
i was, finally
taking the
lead,
that we are
bound in
journey,
made for
travelling
on the breath,
dying in the
inward pause,
regaining
sun on
out,
my feet
sparing in
their touch,
their imprint,
like shapes of
copper headed
nails, so writ
upon the tablet
left you: time a
‘simply was’
exploding
with its
futures

Copyright © 2022 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem.  The accompanying music is from the 4th piece (Intermezzo in E major) from 7 Fantasien {Fantasias} for piano, Op. 116, written in 1892 by Johannes Brahms & interpreted here by pianist Grigori Sokolov.

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