Even when silence paints
the walls gray you have choices
about how you use me
stolid ponds gaze skyward
off the map seekers on a pilgrimage
from the known world
a place to rest when the present
feels too sharp because
understanding is worth the effort
while inside the world is emptied
hollowed by grief in keeping
with the evening’s festive theme
a fresh bottle appears as if
by magic without thought
to the whims of creation
or creators whose needs
were irrelevant anyhow
pure real promises
quiet of a different kind comes
gathering impressions of longing
erasing evidence unseen
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Guillaume Nargeot (CC BY 3.0)
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