pause
All I want is this space of time,
something carved and tossed
to make a banquet, a quiet feast,
more than I know what to do with,
and leftovers. Sitting at this table,
ready, looking right and left,
awaiting, knowing there’s something
to celebrate, the way the rooms spread,
refreshing and airy, the way hours languish
and relax into uncertainty, flowing without
shape. The embezzled silence echoes
autumn’s hush and hiss. Who'd guess,
after months of isolation, I’d crave it so much,
this harvest chill, this slumberland,
this spacious pause
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Featured image: space between rocks, Nov. 2012 (manipulated with deep art effects)
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