Poets, Mavericks & Prophets

It’s mostly what people tell you
In their well-meaning, verbose way
Of the origins of heartbreak.

But they leave out the gaps
Where fragile daisies grow
In our small peculiar world
Sheltered by a tender Moon
Blooming in its silver womb
Peaceful and unbothered.

We are born twice:
When we know love
And when we understand loss.

Both love and loss have singular shapes
More familiar to us than our own two hands.

Your graceful touch is now omnipresent
Beyond mortal reach
A golden planet in an unknown universe
An ancient secret as colossal as the stars.

Wishful and drunken I have become
Searching for the quietest of oblivions
Yet bound to stand straight and sober
Unravelled

In the freezing Sun.

FOR MOM
Mirjana Vujkov
(1 Dec 1940 – 5 Feb 2025)

©Milana Vujkov, February, 2025