lost and found

All language is but a poor translation.
~ Franz Kafka

we lose each other
so often when we peer out
in opposite directions- to gaze
at the changing wind: how we trust
its intensity-- still desert air, arctic gust

could it be.. that the very way
we lose each other, could be
the formula for how we find
each other---gazing, in the quiet
praising silently the changing wind

words and photo by kate lamberg (c) all rights reserved
July 6. '13