untitled, a memoir begins

i wait patiently
in the pause before
the big silence.

i am lonely for me
in the space left by
a too big life.

i want to unhinge
my mind let down
my thoughts and exhale.

i miss
the intimacy of being.

how it feels to stretch
beside a moment and
etch that color sky to
this particular leaf
sailing along a minuscule breeze.

enrapture toe curling ecstasy
in the privacy of me.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Tamara Woods says:

    Thank you Wanda for linking up!
    “i miss
    the intimacy of being.”
    Loved that. I’m looking forward to see what you have for us this month.

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