Forget...

The letdown comes
like that haze
after
when the adrenaline
rushes
from the field
and leaves legs
unsteady
fawn-like
barely able
to support this woman
who needs to be
everywhere
everywhere with you
and yet remains
fixed, still, nowhere

An older one....

It seemed I should have more than one posting to start this off, so I thought I would share one other this morning...before the housework begins clamoring for my attention and slavish devotion again! So, here it is:

After the calm passes the clarity breaks through –

larger than it should be –

wider than impossible –

splitting it all –

all on display –

that dragon fruit –

my heart –

bare, exposed, beautiful to anyone…anyone…

make it a roll call –

waiting for a reply –

an assent –

an acknowledgement of anything…

stare outward –

seaward, skyward –

pulling me out of myself into something I thought I saw –

and maybe I have lost myself, made myself, remade myself—

too many times to grasp…

ephemeral –

but I could have been more –

once, I could have been more…

this shell…

holding everyone together –

weathering –

drifting, just listless lost…

where once I had been found

Silent perspective

In a quiet space
I hold hope
though I try
to stifle it -
silence it -
smother it
with this pillow
that catches my tears
And the hope
is that thing
that will break me