Remnants

It's what I have left to offer you —
    the ripple of a flax field in flower
the flow of a river slipping to sea
    the weight of a whale flipping over.
Say it's images from a life left over
    or the lust of memory
wanting its place of origin
    before the blue fades, before
the heft and swiftness disappear.

Copyright © 2003 Rachel Vigier All rights reserved
from On Every Stone
Pedlar Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission