nowhere near providence, she has found him again
slumped forward, a deconstructed flower
in his closed fists, invisible treasures
an eternity of skies written on his arm
silent bewilderment in his eyes, almost
like the afternoon they met
the broken mantle clock
futures of observant children
the gift of a self portrait
the gift of a self portrait
lying on a kitchen table, now framed in the dark
how his hands
once felt on her skin
witnesses a foreign voice recite
a prayer in a whisper
it must have kept her alive when he left
something kept her alive
years compressed into a hand tracing a spine
clarity drowns and resurfaces
love is not an emotion, but meager sustenance
she turns her face to the ocean, pulling steadily on
the horizon, wave upon wave crashing down
an eternity of skies
an eternity of skies
© 3.13.2016 heather brager
Immersed me, I felt the sky like ocean waves.
ReplyDeleteRestarting does not always equate to reanimating...
ReplyDeleteThis is the longest pause.
Happy Early Birthday, Heather.