Afterglow

Blanking out

because the mind says it’s ok...

...She was here, and then there,

and then somewhere in the fray...

Lost like a puppy in the park...

Searching for a rare stone

that would call to her

from some cavity in the grey...

I thought I could invoke her

like a windstorm on the beach...

...Though she always seemed so

potent,

every prayer felt like a speech

to an empire deep within.

Still I tried so hard to swim

with the current we’d rehearsed...

Before she'd dwindled like the show

that the dawn makes over snow.

©

12/28/19

Bunny Villaire