Fluidity
Eric Benjaminson
Winds draw away, clocks fall,
voices flee, memories entrench
fragments — sharp and old.
But what I know, unbending, with the elemental grain of oak,
is that I walked under haunting greentrees once,
my eyes on your stranded hair.
Whether in true sight or reflected by those
fluid mirror streets, I had no care.
Eric Benjaminson
Eric is a retired diplomat and old man/old soul now living in Chicago. He worked and lived for many years in Africa and Northern Europe. Eric is drawn to lyrical and classical poetry. He has published several poems in the University of Oregon's literary magazine, Glyphs, as well as Thin Places Journal.