Ancestors' Tones - Kate Reimer

Breathe in.

Breathing music.

 

Those once here left, 

in the air music to breathe in

use.

 

The violins tell their secrets in the soft wind.

Applause of the beach replies.

 

Two lonesome alcohol bottles,

keep me...company here.

That and a handsome leaf

dropped by a madrona.

Speckled

red, yellow, green.

 

And thoughts…

my own?

Or, remnants from experiences passed.

Past.

 

A chilling breeze sweeps, picking up sand,

muffling the air now

changing the tone.

 

Not many beings remain to visit today,

not even I

just the consistent applause.