busy mind

day like today when my mind is too busy to rest,
stirred and hurried in unexpected circumstance
busy catching rain drops, drops of blood, tears drop
yet I cannot keep what does not want to be kept,
hands open fingers wide to let it all escape outside
still I keep close to my heart the place we had found
enfolded in our time, in a strange uncanny space,
soul-shocked lungs had forgotten how to breathe
never knew how until I began to breathe with you
wide plains where we lay beneath the double suns
songs as snow shimmering dazzles us in its solemn
falling, falling softly like the love we forget to see
your hurried mind stealing quick too far from me.

Copyright © 2019 Stacey Harris

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