What’s in a week
The air is hushed between going and coming.
It’s still.
A chill
trips down my spine and hangs
on the air.
It’s heaviness
drips
off my fingers,
off
my blue suede moccasins
into a puddle under the desk
where I would be working
if it weren’t for
the big space
between
one thing and another.
Fill the room with belly laughs to keep from sighing.
My virtue is not patience,
but what is good just
won’t be rushed.
2 comments
the big space is scary… why am i so scared of things
You’re a brave, strong girl and I’m excited for what the next few years are going to bring for you. Whatever’s coming, you know you have support from lots of people who love you. To me, that net is all the more reason to take calculated risks, jump wholeheartedly into life, even if the path isn’t completely clear. We’re both extremely fortunate to know that we’ll never have too far to fall.
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