"Those were hard things for me to come by, and I offer them to you for what they may be worth." - Toby Wolff

Sunday, March 3, 2013

These Five Hours


We sit here
with everything to say
and nothing said.

Breathing is so labored,
as if the shallow end of air
cannot carry the deep end words.

It is hearts that are tender and tired
not tongues...
    and the body,
    from all it has born -
    injustices from within and without.

Have you seen the stunned bird
looking dead,
a shade of peaceful,
but for the rapid breath?

when she closes her eyes
I stand watch over a bit of fabric
fluttering like a curtain
with the metronomic rise and fall of her...
a sign for now
she is alive.