Sunday, October 1, 2017

The Sweet Spot (Day 256)

The sameness vast       the sweet spot on the map 
of me alone                    the plans we made 
together gone                an opaque white curtain
and you my future        in a box to carry 
where I go only              snow empty and white
when I look forward     only a shadow of light
hardly a glow and          yet I know it does
I suppose that’s just      the way it goes




(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Original image: NairnBairn