Day 88: Cut Power

thank you for the storms that cut out all the power
that make me lose track of the duty driving hour

and go slow

 

thank you for the upset to my days
that make me change my rhythm’d ways

and skip

a

beat.

 

thank you for the crises and the headaches
the debacles and the back breaks

that make me rest in you

again.

 

just a breath where glances hung
in my mind’s eye,
in my tightened lung,

an inhale at the collar bone
to catch again the scent of home

and my lips curl at the corner
and my fingertips grow warmer

in the storm
in the upset
and a little after too

in the wake of it all
i still recall

being caught by the cheek,
looked in the eye,
and loved.

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