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