Sunday, April 15, 2018

Summer of lapsed attention (Day 452)

She cannot undo her summer 
of lapsed attention in exotic 
lands  sledding downhill and
drinking sparkling lime tinged
with juniper  a miraculous 
invisible line of “but” “yet” and 
“though” traces a path from 
forehead to willing heart  
without doubt  without abandon  
mingling with the bitter things 
that make her mouth hard 
to know  the slow travel of 
an ordinary life among the humid 
evening hours  She proceeds 
to talk strikingly about the shame 
of being unfathomable  suspended
on ribbons of blue smoke between 
her previous life and the next



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Cyprus (public domain)