Shapeless

I need more
Or maybe less:

Full bowls of silence
To pour out from the round sky
Drowning noise of agitation
Of busyness and thought
Of running feet and moving hands

Empty air
To fill with breath
With the song of the wren
The sizzle of rain on grass
The hush of slow snow

Black nights
Your beard my only light
Still as the new moon
Dark above heavy clouds
Deeper than children’s fears

Ocean waves caught me once
Tumbled me into the light.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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