How cozy that morning
when the deer were in the yard
at daybreak,
soft glow from a book light,
coffee cup in hand.
How forgettable
after all that’s passed—
when the floors heaved
and rocks grew up through the boards.
When everything shook,
even the air rippled too warmly
around my head,
my ears hammering,
tuned in to ghosts
screeching in the hollow, to
the scream that
happens before the crash and echoes
ever after,
when my veins stopped
cold,
flatlined,
in the bite
of
your
words.
I think I may have whiplash from that segue way between the first and second stanzas. Just once have i seen deer in my yard, one misty Sunday morning. It was so peaceful. Your opening brought that to mind and then pow! which must be what the speaker was feeling in the rest of this. Some things, once said, can never be taken back or expunged from one's heart. I am very sorry if you are going through something right now, Jen.
ReplyDeleteAhhhhh. That this were just a poem ~
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