Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Nine and Ten

This was ten years ago. It doesn't seem so long ago, but then again, it does.

Well the stars still have not fallen from sky and nine years ago today, I lost you.

I am luckier than anyone imagines.

* * *

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the run-away sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.

"You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged,
Missing me one place, search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you."

~ From: "Leaves of Grass", Song of Myself, Walt Whitman
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