Snapshot

one-twenty-four, p.m, on a bright and sunny day.

Breeze blows strong and subtle scents, birds relay

Territory. Availability. Threats and compromise.

Cool shadows surprise

The heat of hiding-places.

Longings awake.

I put down my drink, stand up, shake off old restraints

And step outside, into the light that paints

All as good, good as perfect, saints as holy. Sinners as saints.

Step into the light

And start again.

Advertisement