Anticipating greatness


 
Tonight, it’s a full moon.
Tomorrow, it’s going to be 28 degrees.

Like a child on Christmas Eve,
I am excited.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Mixed Emotions

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Yesterday it was sunny
and I basked like a cat.

Today I am listening to the rain come down
while inside different parts of me cry.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Discontent


 
The sky is weeping and I am sad
but the trees are happy to see rain.

Inside the house, mosquitos gather around the ceiling light
and later they will torment me again.

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Clouds


 
In August, I am sad,
sensing the end of summer.

In September, I am restless,
unsure of what to expect.

Come October, I hope to feel better:
that which I fear, here.

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Clouds move in…

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A pool in sun,
children playing,
a girl swimming laps.
Around:
trees dancing,
plants stretching,
birds…

An upstairs window darkens,
as an older woman steps in.
Looking down,
she notices the girl and frowns.

Out across the garden:
clouds move in,
rain spits,
hands yank hair.
The grinding of gears,
the choke of emotion;
the descending of stairs.

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Precious things


 
You came into my house and took without thanking;
and even though I gave you all that I had,
all that I was able:
it wasn’t enough.

In the silence of your departure,
I examine my loss:
unpicking it and licking it
until it calcifies.

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Salt


 
I adjust my route to enter a pharmacy and after a short spell of window-shopping buy arnica for my back: it is a break in routine and as I attempt to leave I am punished with a glass wall.

I pull out the tube I have just pocketed and apply it to my arm and leg, struck by the irony – for in looking to remedy one imbalance I have somehow created another, adding insult to injury and salt to old wounds.

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Yoga Nidra


 
                        clouds.
             the
       in
Up  

Away 
        with 
              the
                        fairies.

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Hiding in plain sight 


 
A child crashes into me on the pavement without batting an eye;
a bird passes so close, it touches the top of my head.
In my ignorance, I feel bliss.

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Falling Awake


 
I paddle my bed
into the still-existing bathroom
and stare at my face in the mirror.

The floor is an ocean.
The wall is a door.
The windows no longer exist.

In the frame
I see a woman dancing,
held captive to a thousand strings.

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