Saffron yellow, and here, for a friend
In plain view
Prayer and ink, subtle imaginings entwine.
Desire’s rekindled touch bridges this glance,
lining my pocket in small
intimate saffron whispers.
Fingers map texture, newly faced.
Tender embraces unreasonably rocked
in slumber by fingertips, molded
between breaths, cast in amber relief.
This yellow scarf of drawn words, traveling
distant and days with me, pocketed within
warm stride. Remembering you.
Wandering familiar streets, names becoming
untied by winds, reading these tea-leaf colors
till words become, repeating sounds till
resonance lands on the page.
Journey’s full measure given reign.
In plain view I hold these folded pages
between fingers’ circling touch, this fond
alchemy moving unseen but listening.
A smile grows on my lips.
See what’s become of me!
Movement for the joy of nothing much.
Movement for a dancer’s veiled name.
Neil Reid © 1996