March

Pleasurable mid-morning as afterthought: the rained down dreams swish brushless from night-fevered mind. Wind once cleared abbreviates what seeded the advance toward forming memory to beseech potential held in stillness. One breath then feed of others’ energy within the virtual or imagined room. Palm sifts light, then light approaches the bonsai plant gifted me. One side, greening; the other, a gray-brown impasse. Foster living past intention once easy prior to the years that polish or erode what was seen ahead. Now calmer than before, surprising beauty even in weeds unnamed and accepted.

Faultline, reverence, tamped-down colors limber against a nest of sky

 

 

Sheila E Murphy

 

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