disturbances

the hesitations spring like reeds
that sway and bend at the edge of me

I have been disturbed beyond surfaces

as if the stone of your name were dropped
again and again into the heart of me

and I must swallow it whole or break

© Sarah Whiteley

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disturbance

not the quiet agitation,
the restlessness of leaves
beneath gathering rain,
nor the rumble
of darkening clouds,
you are a collision of crows

© Sarah Whiteley