Corona, Poetry by Greg Kanyicska

Genres: Fear, Hope, Hurt, Love, Longing, Distance, Loss, Relationships, Romantic, Innovative

Corona
by Greg Kanyicska

Those sands of the Moroccan Sahara that you
Walked, you touched, you breathed, have sailed over waves,
                                     Greedy waves, on the Harmattan wind
                                                                  To cross the Atlantic;
                                                                              To redden my
                                                                                       Sunsets;
                                                                            To redden my
                                                        Eyes as I walk these cold
                                            Salted sands at Kill Devil Hills;
                            Sky darkening as I look past the waves
     And ask the wind to lift me, to bear me weightless.
  Grains of sand flow like water at your feet–
 A care-free thought carried across
Impossibility.
Visions fade: this
 Sunset,
  Cold wind holding
    The stars above the waves–
       Stopping me from thinking, feeling
            Anything but the need to turn away.