It's Still Life

If There Were No Love

if there were no love
I would still let summer’s last secret
find my face.

just for the love of it

to watch the lift and fall
of leaves giving themselves
to the breeze,

and if I believe
they are hope,
then they are.

I once knew a man
who said,

“I will die in a country
where people cannot
pronounce my name.”

he is still in my shadows,
sometimes whispering
in his own voice,

and if I believe
they are you,

then they are.

I am a wanderer,
and I have learned
hope does not need
to know my name

to find me.

Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.