Light slow-rising reveals every glistening thing
Author: Elizabeth Maynard
Zebu
I couldn't hear the lowing or the longing as the chauffeur drove me past in my hermetically sealed life
Glide
You glide seamlessly across the surface of every conversation careful to avoid each ripple
East
Here on the cusp of the world birdsong and gentle breeze tempt me to remain safe and still
Longing
How can you be so immersed in every longing helpless to surface?
March
You are all bubbling brook and spring's green breaking now but not yet in bloom
Others
A small child's fury not nothing against the fire of this adult rage
Evening
I pause here between dishes and the bedtime tale to exhale stardust
Afraid
Afraid to begin I waited, breathless heart thundering shaking every cell and sinew Then it was time to do the dreaded thing pry my own fingers from a life outlived
Morning
Morning begs you now How many swift-tumbling days will you pass asleep?