september 9, 2025

the colors pull me

almost as if deep into another world

with the sentimental ache

of eternity.

in the cool quiet of morning

I collect my thoughts.

I smooth my hair back.

I retrace the years that brought me here

calmly and in search

of anything worthwhile

to offer to you now.

I wrote out a prayer.

will I remember to say it?

Greta WaldonComment