Dandelion
You step out of time
On the heels of a fading dream
And I dragging love by the hair,
Through shallow pools formed
By evening storms,
Cast only a passing glance
I am the lion’s tooth in a field of daffodils
***
The Race (unfinished)
For Chris Vranich
I wonder what he felt
at his finish?
When his thoughts, like stars, did not fade into the light of day
But fell shadows on the floor
and followed at his heels
until his feet grew tired with the weight of it
I knew him when he ran every race
and always took first place
But I feel I know him better now
when the sky is mangled black with storm
and I alone
contemplating those races I never finished
In those hours when you dare not stir, but lie alert in bed
When the voices, like rushing water, fill a soul with dread
There are times when our legs cannot move fast enough.
***
It Was Nothing
It was nothing
Or so I said,
lamenting the last touch
of my hand upon your skin
It was nothing
or so I feared
as I watched you
turn to go
It was nothing
I tried to tell myself
in the shadows of that night
when you and I came as close
as planets passing in separate orbits around the sun
or the tide as it sweeps along the shore
Just molecules hovering with infInite space between them
until it is nothing more
than what we imagine it to be
So, it may be nothing for you,
but it was something for me.
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January 15, 2007 at 11:25 pm
Lindsay
Hi- I was wondering who wrote the poem The Race… it’s beautiful. I knew Chris Vranich, when he ran every race, and miss him very much each day. Thank you for writing something so beautiful.
January 16, 2007 at 2:07 am
iamsamiam
I wrote the poem, “The Race.” Chris and I attended Elk Rapids HS together.
August 6, 2007 at 2:58 pm
Helmi
Hi,
Helmi
I was looking up old aquaintances (Chris’ folks) and decided to try Chris’ name. Is he OK? I haven’t seen him since he was young. Haven’t seen his parents in years either.
Thanks,
November 5, 2007 at 1:06 am
Thomas Vranich
iamsamiam,
Discovered your poetry after a search for my son’s name. His friend Ryan Shay joins him this weekend after passing at the race in NYC.
Thank you for your words for Christopher, who ran with passion. His life became too much one weekend in 2004, so he lives on pushing us to do our best each day. We’ve had many good talks since he left this world.
Best to you, whoever you are.
Tom Vranich
Elk Rapids, Michigan