Bare feet on the tile floor — the sensation of cold traveling instantly from soles and toes through limbs and on through the top of the head — or was it something I thought, or lost, or said?
This morning’s nigh-full setting moon, illuminating great towering clouds. To be illuminated just so, and blessed to never know.
And after even the heaviest of rains, the air remains. Need I look further for a miracle?
February 8, 2020
Categories: New Poems & Pieces