LITERARY

 

 

 

 

by Tejan Green Waszak 

A cool breeze

Given to the night.

 

A distinct laugh, an intense stare,

Bursts of optimism filling the room,

Becoming the air.

 

A memory where every suggestion is

A question

I’m not ready to answer.

 

Now the words come,

Disappear into the ceiling,

And I recall the most recent exchange.

 

Departure.

Like the hibiscus my mother grew

Year-round in the home country.

 

Something of a past life.  The last encounter,

short but has to suffice.

The spark remaining.

 

Always prepared with a kind word

And a gentle nudge–

Take the risk.

About the Poet:

Tejan Green Waszak is a cross-genre writer, editor and educator. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Narrative Northwest, The Grief Diaries  and The Caribbean Writer among other publications.