Seeking (Day 1167)

Mapping these hours

yesterday

and the day before

through turbulent waters

seeking  in the center

the stillness

within and without 

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Together (Day 1166)

Breathe in, breathe out

(but not too close)

look up, look away

(from the news)

open a door, step outside

(preferably alone)

try to see the big picture

(now that is one long, dark tunnel)

the tunnel is still and cool,

paved with the footprints

of all who have gone before

yours will help guide those

who travel the same path

and, in the middle, 

   when you can see 

neither the beginning 

   nor the end

remember

you were never alone   

you will never be alone

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Crocuses (Day 1165)

Golden ginkgo curtain 

rustles   lingering 

starlight glowing beneath 

a closed door   never 

without love   gleaming 

like ice 

or snow-bound crocuses.

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Within these walls (Day 1164)

how much more we’re forced 

to see what we prefer to hide

when ill-humored time

twisting back upon itself 

wrests the day from our hands   

and sleep is hours away   

and waking just a handful more     

we pace  unable to forget 

these truths we hoped not to recall

finding ourselves   without respite 

face to face   within these walls 

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Upstairs (Day 1163)

upstairs  voices surge 

furious footsteps  a thunderstorm 

these words I do not want to hear

these burdens I do not want to carry

heart pounding  I lie sleepless

long after silence descends

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Silence (Day 1162)

The silence lengthens   stretching

a courtesan who   in strange isolation 

from the rest of the world

somehow slept past nightfall 

and suddenly descends 

into the whispering darkness   sipping

slowly   tasting its promise

observing only the merest of formalities

sparkling in the midnight dusk   faithful 

to those swirling tides 

that neither save nor spare

she creeps steadily shoreward   a blaze 

born of a spark   barely making a show 

of beginning before allowing dawn’s 

unkempt currents to douse her flame

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Tea, hot (Day 1161)

Pouring, it burbles, 

a cheerful brook—leaves 

clenched fistlike, 

relax, unfurling 

in their steaming bath, 

and I, entwined 

fingers spanning 

that comfortable belly,

close my eyes in ecstacy 

at the warmth, 

a diamond in my hands. 

(c) 2020, by Hannah Six