silence
but for my poppa’s clock
now set to spring
climbing up
climbing out of myself
burrowing into an unidentifiable comfort
present most times of the day
though imperceivable during the dour hours of dreams
such concentration
exhaling any hesitation to trust myself
come the stroke of light
birds
a 5 7 5 for e
October 16, 2020
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!
