Reflecting on
your tranquil life…
Reflecting
on your tranquil life, I gaze at you in repose, your eyes pearls shaken loose
from treetops, silvered.
Rain
pelts our roof with pebbles as you drift into sleep, river brushwood rubbing
shoulders with land.
Rising
and falling, a cloud bumping over a mountain, your white arms. Turning, you
exhale deeply. Mist gently pushes back your hair.
Wild
brushstrokes of pillows and linens tumble as children, their laughter, bolts of
silk, shimmying.
Gazebo
freshly planted, you wind your legs and arms about a trellis.
Let
us be orchids who widen our filigreed faces, leaves tapering to wax points
proffering greetings.
Nodding
plants in a circle, we will dine with April as our guest, grasping his warm
hands from the vows of dawn until the crown of dusk.
Originally published in The
Furious Gazelle (April 28, 2015)
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We urge you, brothers, to progress even more, and to aspire to live a tranquil life, to mind your own affairs, and to work with your [own] hands, as we instructed you, that you may conduct yourselves properly toward outsiders and not depend on anyone.—1 Thessalonians 4:10-12
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