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Late Last Night
.
Sleep can be
slippery
to grasp
in amounts
desired
for the healing
a body does
while at rest
because
activity
of the day
consumes
hours at a time
leaving
morsels
for what have you
until the night
overtakes
and the slide
past that bedtime
whizzes by
once again
.
A Story
.
.
A story that waits to be told
unfolds quietly
in the hours made up of days
little things
like the glance that speaks louder than words
the dreariness of the day to day
the outburst
over revelations
of having been violated all along
when the one that was trusted
turns out to be
a spy
.
.
Team Sport Drama
The eye of the needle
and the razor’s edge
could be sewn into
the fabric of our discontent
if it was worth the weight
of the world
on our shoulders
to be or not to be
greatly persuaded
that the heart of the matter
rests within the bright spot
on the horizon
where the spoils await
our humble reception
for the victory we wrest
out the jaws of defeat
Wading
.
wading
into the water
that is Sunday morning
immersed in blessings
beneath layers of blankets
inside the room looking out
at bright sunshine
on crisp below zero snow
enjoying the transition
of one song into the next
not simply
because we can
although that is true
but because
I simply must
to feel the hope
that lies here with me
feeding my soul
the things I can’t
even though I want to
for the rest of every day
of my life
.
Subtle Silence
.
.
subtlety
of silence
lost
in a moment
unnoticed
amid the glitter
of innumerable things
that demand our attention
beyond one’s capacity
to mindfully deny
begs us to see
the value inherent
in the pause
to be quiet
and listen
to nothing
and actually hear
everything
within
that silence
provides
.
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Relative Something 