Noncyclic

Cyclical.
Repeat and undo
remaining undone
and coming together.

One.

I can’t recoil
rolling down

The rain is torrential
as I wait undercover
of stone and concrete.

Your breath comes in plooms of airy smoke.
I reach for your hand,
your cologne tickling my nose,
bringing me back

The yelling in my ears
is drowning by wayside,
the distal faces contorted,
eyes bulging as they drift away.

I can see the golden horizon,
as I close my eyes to rest.

I can’t recall,
don’t allow myself to answer back
I won’t knock three times.
I know there’s nobody home.

This blue water,
falling gray,
tapping their fingers to a new rhythm.

Closing my eyes,
the golden horizon glows pleasantly,
peaceful as a rainbow after a storm.

Entering with eyes wide,
welcoming resounding silence.

15 Comments

      1. Same! It’s been great sleeping weather. I also love how pretty the trees look as the leaves are changing colour. I’m not looking forward to raking the dead leaves though. Hope you’re having a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.

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      2. I knew what you mean! Those leaves are rough when they fill up the yard. I love the colors they change on the trees too, though. Thank you!! I hope you’re enjoying your weekend, too! Travel anywhere??

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