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
Tag / disturbance
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
