I Screamed, and Felt Your Imprint

Broken Toys Painting by Mike Riley

I Screamed and Felt Your Imprint

I screamed, and felt your imprint
detach itself from the great cloud.
You gave up your forgetfulness,
your wonderful unknowing
and came when I called,
just as you said.

Yes,
your imprint detached itself
from the great cloud,
giving up
forgetfulness
and unknowing,
taking up memory
and knowledge;
wearing once again
the clown suit,
cheering me
from my great longing,
pushing me back
from the edge
of the hollowed out place
where the tangled mess
of old toys,
broken screen doors,
rusted refrigerators
and old tricycles
waited.

Rick Mobbs February 2008