by Jenifer Cartland
under the diamond shining off this raindrop we sit, silent ease, cocooned in dark, unknown, endless
Jenifer
unwrap muscles from bone, easing awake fear, softening its layers, stubborn, clinging behind
today surged with nothings but that I reached to touch your hand as through a pane of glass warming, one on, one under
unwinding myself from you memory thins-out, slipping from my lap as I drift off
you offer to wipe the snow from my car yet again there is no way back now, I cannot even pretend
it is still the daffodil, taking for granted all the space it needs, assuming its own beauty
Poems from in between 