Arrived, for now
A poem by Silvia Passiflora
Bench of quiet air —
my footsteps loosen,
and the day sets down its pack.
The painted jungle keeps watch,
while I rest my breathing
and let the miles go.
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.
.
Author’s note: Written with Henri Rousseau’s The Dream (1910) in mind — the moment I reached Emily Dickinson’s catalog number.
Bench of quiet air —
my footsteps loosen,
and the day sets down its pack.
The painted jungle keeps watch,
while I rest my breathing
and let the miles go.
.
.
.
Author’s note: Written with Henri Rousseau’s The Dream (1910) in mind — the moment I reached Emily Dickinson’s catalog number.