Vessel
Aug 7, 2022
like syrup, it pours out
onto rocked creek bed,
soothing edges left raw
by dogged news cycles
breath falls open,
the body’s currency
freely afloat in tender trade
seeking safe harbor.
each refuge marks a deeper map,
an oasis founded on currents of air
a pilgrimage to spaces between,
unfold pressed thoughts
fluttered into place
where petaled flowers
need no light.
Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021
First published on my blog
