Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Sitting with my breath, waiting for today

to reveal itself. Sunrise seems earlier

than usual and I’m slow to leave

the house. I want to wrap myself

in a blanket, stave off spring

and all its newness. What might

happen when I walk

out the door. Even the birds are quiet.

It’s too soon to know anything

even if my heart clamors

with possibility. Waiting keeps me

wanting more than one day

can hold. (Hold me.)

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