The sun decided that nothing would look the same
The light on this day would accent everything differently
That was a day of hiding
Yet the old, and known hiding places were gone
Frantic
Where to hide
Panic – NO
Not this time
manage
control
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February 5th
I find myself floating on a raft of inaction
In a sea of frenzy.
It is easier to stumble along
My fear makes me smell
My partner says, “Do not leave.”
Color me confused
Confused on the need to understand
Why it would
Make me cry
Why
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Like the water in the river
Flowing over the rocks
Carving them into shapes the rocks will not recognize
So slowly as to intimate the pain
Unlike the water
Carving them to expose
To reveal what might be hidden
Without regard
Certainly without respect
As the rituals are lost
The stone knows no better
Or
I do not know
So the carver brings it into the light screaming to be seen
Bloodied with dust of years
Polished with the pain of exposure
June 2022 Marble Colorado