A Poem by Ed Meek

Sigh

 

It’s a relief sometimes.

this single note,

from a forgotten song

carried by breath

like a wave by wind.

 

It escapes unintentionally

before you can stop it.

causing you pause

 

between thoughts

or at the tail end

of a moment—

 

an afterthought

or a prelude

or an afterword—

 

a giveaway

or maybe a clue

to life or death.

 

Isn’t that last exhale

A sigh—the wave dissipating

on an unknown shore…

 

 

 

 

Ed Meek is the author of Spy Pond and What We Love. A collection of his short stories, Luck, has just come out.

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