Phantom

listen
for a voice in the wind
to speak your name,
an invitation
to anchor you in this moment
that belongs to no one
but this moment

reach
for a growing thing
to feel its pulse
between your fingers
a validation
of a life
connected

walk
for as long as it takes
to see with shuttered eyes
the path to the water’s edge
a homecoming
through the soles
of your feet

yearn
for the white iris
to unfurl before you
revealing its cavernous depth
a seduction
that whispers
to the gnawing hunger

pause
for the aroma
of that which feeds you
to seep inside the hollow places
a prelude
whetting your appetite
to be sated

a phantom limb
will awaken
a reminder
that a withered spirit
severed from the body
can too be awakened
to all that is