It's Still Life

An Everywhere Poem: A Waiting Wind

scrubbing curry stains
from the kitchen sink,

I remembered Flensburg.

we stayed a week —
waiting for wind.

books.
walks.
the Baltic.

Funny,

how many things
in life
won’t move

until something invisible
arrives.

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Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.

Poem and image ©Misky 2006-2026.