a soft night is unfolding
a city gloom looms from my open window—a sky
of blue pastel—gray—back to blue
We are learning our way back to each other
through broken hearts and broken bones—
we are fragile and don’t drink enough water
we assume and love and understand,
that a comfortable seat is rarely available.
such spontaneous awakenings scattered—a focus, sharp…
I watch and wait—stillness
broken everything means—patience to heal
