Zywa Akin

After his death
we talk
My warmth searches
for bridges and contact
across the emptiness

Rituals are too cold
for my soul
I want to be closer
in the underflow
of being there, feel

and receive together
the confidence
that we will reroot
balanced side by side
You are where you were

in the middle of the circle
next to the open space
which we preserve
for beloved flowers
to bloom

Poem 1633
Amsterdam, 2017-11-25

Collection: Changing Times 
Keyword: Comfort 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 
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