micropoetry

lucid

sometimes the skies
hold you
at the edge
of your breath
and ask you
to feel it
all

// hudsonbiko

there are parts

of our hurt

we hold.

until

we don’t know

how

to let go.

a quiet ache.

we come.

to love.

// hudson biko

i am softest
when
i am
(al)one
with
the moon
and the sky

// hudson biko

it is the quiet nights

after the loud days

that live in the burrows

and ask you

to feel it

all

the leaves are back on the trees

and the rustle is rife

in the air

again

sometimes

it is the familiar

that saves

you