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Lingering distractions
Between the waking and the sleeping
were the tiny daily deaths, interrupted
by instances alive with light.
Lingering distractions.
But between the birthdays and last days,
came you, and the instances became years;
All while the dying fell to memory in shards
just dull enough to handle.
I hadn't thought to value the safety of love
until it granted me the refuge of reflection.
I had forgotten how an entire conversation could be had
in the rapid wordless exhale of a kiss,
or how a story could be told
in the whispering of fingers on my back,
or that electrons in the atmosphere could be excited
by two people simply passing in a hall.
I recall,
and am grateful now for more than love
and moments that span much longer
than dawn and dusk or a planet's orbit or a lifetime.
Now, I delight in the human ability
to define the undefinable
and to believe, with unpretentious fervor,
in us and this emotion.
Mari Nichols
I'm five hours late for One Shot Wednesday. Here's hoping it's still Wednesday somewhere!
Beautiful poem. "I hadn't thought to value the safety of love
ReplyDeleteuntil it granted me the refuge of reflection."
Such a wonderful hindsight expressed, as well as a gift.
Mari
ReplyDeleteA precious memory of new love, the words expressed in a kiss or a touch
Thanks for sharing with One Shot ( never too late for beautiful poetry)
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