spring lament


I am lost in the March sun
Undone by the loss of hours
Dreamless shadows and thoughts untied

I have lost the ear to speak to
When fear pulls tightly at me
Rattling the heart caged in my chest

Somewhere in torn note paper and smeared black ink
I look for myself
In the folds and shredding, the stains and lines
I am there

I turn your silence over in my hands
Like dust held in shafts of day light
Thoughts heavy with lidded sleep

Too tired to ask why
Too worn to believe the words
Too alone to care.

Your absence brings dull resignation
The kind that comes when waiting for winter to end
And spring to arrive

The whisper of beginning
The rumor of new life
The faint touch of healing

I rest.

March 9, 2015


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