It happened so suddenly
to that delicate, sturdy area just below skin
On other days, it is merely an itch or twitch.
But this – this was bigger.
Long-reach from my birth to the sun
piercing snowclouds unfolding
a late day blanket and citizen’s curfew.
Tasteless in its satisfaction
suspending the recent emptiness and restless brain-scatter
fought several weeks –
despite interruption of Thanksgiving, despite distractions of mothering and employ
the distant rattle of January’s cage about to burst.
bright as day
an August shore
hot cast iron oil,
quickening pulse, pushing a smile.
– sepia grey Decemberist’s afternoon ledger,
– on “just” another day,
– in “just” another moment
– skirting by in 6/8 time,
From Great Nowhere it came.
and weakened all efforts to detach
to attend and feel as little as possible.
Randomly repeatings of some funny leftover from the week before
still pealing laughter from humor’s fruit
an inquiry of well-being
a nod to existing at all – in any small way
– in every grace.
And there it was, bliss
for just a moment.
fresh summer’s mint leaf picked on the way through the weeds.
Perfect robin’s egg, blue as the sky’s eye
Hawk feather, rumpled denim shirt, a fire bed ember, thickly wooled socks
a firm rough hand across my most treasured skin.
It was, for a moment, bliss.
And it was.