Risk
the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you
–
long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun
the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you
–
long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun
a grin escapes me-
one unseen piece of salmon
stuck to my cats nose
–
in the shadows-
my petite
stalker
cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face
–
ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls
from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains
the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us
–
a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash
almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed
–
fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm
rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time
–
blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet
breathless in the rain-
the greyhound bus pulls away
but you’re not on it
–
a cold rain-
my forehead
on the window
daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic
–
pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe
feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak
–
snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window