May 17, 2018 § 1 Comment

Stunningly beautiful…

the hour of soft light...


Before the insects start to grind their million bodies
before impulse scatters the deer into the trees,

before desire:
there’s a rest.

The dawn and the day observe each other.
The herd begins to move over the field, one shared dream
of grass and wind.
The small stones of their hooves in the stony field.

I’ve exhausted my cruelty.
I’ve arrived at myself again.
The sun builds a slow house inside my house,
touching the stilled curtains, the bottoms of cups
left out on the table.


~ Jenny George, Copper Canyon

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