maybe it's that simple
almanac phases
plans to sow and reap
exhausted, fall asleep
awaken to a fiery pimple
talk about the weather, sing praises
watch the rise and recede
sometimes
push and pull the hungry need
from our dreams
routine keeps the rare in weave and seams
one day looking up, a shiver
something is biting the light
in slow increments, replaced by a terrible darkness
echos deep in the gut, inform the liver
a finely wrought halo halts the breath
still somehow making sound
flicking through the old reels
for context
where and how far gone, remember
how it feels
surrendered at the lost and found
forever?
once again, danger
there are directions to follow
revealing a bright bauble, don't stare
wiping tears
shielding eyes from retina burns
painful souvenirs
deaf to prayer
the sun returns
cool moon hovers nearby
unperturbed by all the drama
can't know we named them dad and mama
can't feel the fear we'd die
leslie anne cochran 08/13/17
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