Your Name

Your Name

A tree continuing the wind
after it’s passed.

What are dates and names,
but stone whittled away.

Solids dissolve. Ships wreck,
but anchors remain.

So many stones
in geometric rows.

Mourners wandering,
small boats adrift.

Ropes frayed.
You were beautiful solid.

I say your name to continue you.
It lights in my mouth

like a blue flame.
I say it to anchor me,

would follow you,
but must remain.

What are you looking for?