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