we come at peace like hungry wolves

tearing without eating slow

the shred of wanting

a morsel of your calm

the way you fold your hands like concert pianist

having played her heart out

now still and rested

no fear of existing wrong

the murmur of your heart in sync

the blur of dance still within

music turning as color changes

at once, then none, lights out



peace you say?

I tuck myself away

in the nook of your solace

breathing home and fire and firm ground beneath

my skinned and shaking me

as a blanket of snow

rushes her edges to unfocus the world



with you, with us

I turn off all electricity and notification

and the elaboration of stillness

your exquisite stillness

a slow burning candle


14 Replies to “2022”

  1. This line, “in the nook of your solace”, is reverberating or working its way in somewhere, a sort of earworm of a dream of a desire – whatever the description, it is going to be with me for a while.

  2. gosh I didn’t really know I had written that but … it’s a nice one huh? I appreciate you for noticing and for pointing it out. Oh and for a hundred other things. I hope you got my Xmas card btw xo

  3. It is a good one, expressing the desire to create that nook for someone, and the yearning to find it, and the comfort in it.

    Hmmm – I don’t see the Xmas card. Maybe it will yet show up. Whether or not, thanks for sending it.

  4. Oh peace…. I think those last several lines actually slowed my heart rate! I needed that. 💜

  5. Mia Culpa, Mia Culpa, Mia Culpa, Mia Maxima Culpa. Hmm – Maybe I should look in the mail box there. The new owner isn’t living there (pending remodel) and uses a PO Box.

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