Sitting tucked in the alcove, back touching the smooth cool frame, thighs like kidney beans facing each other at the curve, ankles crossed loosely— freedom in a pose.
Long lost gaze into the blurry night as a million silver darts hit concrete, bouncing off, splattering the ground in wet sparks like abandoned thoughts.
Just beyond the cold glass… storming in grey blue black, thunder like the hammer of old gods.
Tracing my finger along the grid of the windowpane, a deep calm drapes on my shoulders— melody in a slow velvet saxophone.
My eyes looking past trees to a clearing wide and open, magnetic pull to go T h e r e—
let the dull weight of sharp rain consume me as I sink d o w n into the earth for a moment in time.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 