image

it starts like this

rather slowly

a gathering of small things

 

I can feel it rise in me

this sad dance

spacious in its refusal for closure

 

it is as if all sand

gave way to water

a great swelling

 

it leaves the way it came

slowly rolling back

revealing the newness

 

a place for birds to leave

their tender footprints

 

 

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Sarah Joy Hadler (7 Posts)


One Comment

  1. Very warming and eloquent.

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