savagery
search in-between
this absence understands
stream caresses stones
words fall from the gutter – the rain does it for the living
December chill tamed like a puppy licking my hands
I inhale every breath as if I had been born
on the third day following three incarnations of visitations
so what that each of us is a passer-by
that we go in one rhythm – loving and breaking
that there is no home outside of it
it's only known that it beats
©Szweda
Castlerock 2018