Friday, July 8, 2016

shrive.

ask again what you were thinking 
the answers lie just beneath the skin,
waiting for permission

pause to consider the breeze 
beyond the windows,
twilight stretching and lying down 
across the living room rug 

as a witness to simplicity
leave your weapons outside the door
place your hands softly 

beneath the surface, before dawn 
beckon everything that was 
ever taken from you 
until the walls ache toward the sun


© 7.8.2016 heather brager

1 comment:

  1. A perfect pause and reflect.
    Pending is a thing you do well.
    Sweet poem!

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