This poem is a sequel to “Basho: Return To The Deep South” and “Basho: The Deep South”. As such, the context of this poem will better be understood after the first two poems are read.
i dwell now among green mountains,
high enough to touch the clouds,
the wind my sole companion,
silence a constant reminder
of my life
on afternoon thunderstorms,
i climb the highest rock,
facing the black clouds,
daring thunderbolts
to touch my soul
yet, still i live …
i smell the damp earth
with the coming of the rain
and as the whistling winds come,
i throw my pain away … and
hear it flung from rock to rock
echoes fade,
silence reigns once more,
but as evening settles down,
the moon peers out of the clouds
to share the loneliness it holds
yet, still i rise …
to toast the moon in the heavens,
sole reminder of my travels south,
when days were longer than nights,
when tired bones were better
than aching mind
i sit by the fire
till embers begin to die
and the rising smoke
sting once again
my weary eyes
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