pretending flowers

light dropped
from a great height
makes no sound still

words now
would be thin and
near to useless

hush, since
it’s futile to
say you are my joy,

and watch
the hummingbird search
the warm, red bricks

pretending
flowers where
there are none

© Sarah Whiteley

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for just today then
let’s pretend
my feet have found
the homeward running road
weaving between heart-lands
wide mind-skies
just for a moment
I’ll imagine
the weight of waiting
has evaporated
in the hesitant light
of a newly waking sun
casting my shadow before
long with longing
for a small spell
I will dream
this distance
has become
a beginning
beginning now
the start of the heart
thundering home
for a few breaths
I’ll breathe the peace
of knowing
which way my road goes
which shining horizon
holds home
in which direction
lies reason for hope