you are most alone,
systems thudding blood,
breath stretching to a yawn.
A tear made of the day
escapes like the slow start of rain
and your fingers curl slightly.
Around what? Street sounds
doppler away, also refusing to be held.
There's no fear of the numbness
that creeps through you now,
let it come,
loosening muscle, thinning thought.
At this hour, the mind talks in riddles
its language a mystery
that leaves you
breathless, nightshirt pounding,
night broken by the same dreams
that have traveled so far to touch you.
Cheryl and Janet Snell are sisters who, in addition to their solo art and writing projects, collaborate on chapbooks for Scattered Light Library. Their most recent book is a collection of paintings and poems called That Feel.