Charl JF Cilliers
Cleft In Two - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
The pine tree has grown scraggly: dry
denuded branches, oozing bark; and I
stand silently and listen to the thin wind cry.
In the grass I hear your rustling footsteps when you left
and feel again what I felt then: bereft
at how suddenly my tranquil life was cleft
in two. And hope flies up each time I hear
that rustling in the grass, wind in the tree:
Could it be your footsteps drawing near?
Or merely the sounds of you again
and again not coming back to me?
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