Got Mindfulness?

“Forget me not”, crooned the wind through the canyons. “Never”, whispered the girl on the ledge. Her hair whipped her face and hid her eyes from the sky.

“Forget me not”, sighed the peaks cloaked in night. “Never”, she sang, dancing into the air, for she weighed no more than an echo of her voice. And her voice weighed less than the thought of the darkest angel raising his face toward heaven to catch a glimpse of her descent.

And she came like a comet, or a fiery bolt thrown from the war engines of the cleverest of men.

“Forget me not” said God.

“Never”, she said, “never”.

-dennis landi ©2006

what have you got at the end of the day
when the maid is paid and she’s gone away with

your rags and the tags
of industry, the blood and the
brains of enemies, the loves and the
lies of the infidel, the tells
and the sighs. infant shell. dreams.

what have you got at the start of the night
when the leaves fall like bells and the stars
fail their light. what have you got to keep at

bay the warp and the weft of black
dismay coming down the street like it owns
the town and knows my name and stares me down.
what have you got to lift me up to lift
me up to lift me up. what have you got.

- © dennis landi 2006