Poem: We are all Elijah on the mountain

Close_up_wall_texture.jpg....detailThe still, small voice
is still
an itch in the corner
of the skull,
a catch of breath,
a comma, a hesitancy,
a heartbeat,
a hush,
a scratching at the edge,
a bloom in the storm,,
a sideways glimpse,
small
as
a
spirit.

Patrick T. Reardon
6.8.2015

2 Comments

  • Helen Amberg Posted June 8, 2015 8:00 pm

    Lovely Pat.

    • Patrick T. Reardon Posted June 9, 2015 8:25 am

      Thanks, Helen.

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