Again And Again! Poem by Eric Cockrell

woodsmoke, and flannel;
old couples and young lovers
curl into each other....

one travelling the roads of memory,
one writing the path
as they go...

or perhaps we're all
stepping in footprints left
by shadowed images of

life pounding the beaches
again and again...
every touch, every feeling,

pulled by the gravity of yearning;
finding form after form
on the long journey to love....

strange pilgrims talking
with their bodies in a language
that wont fit their mouths....

coming again and again
inside the seam beneath
and beyond the souls...

great clouds of frozen breath,
and the taste of our naked identities!