Mosaic Winter 2015 | Page 11

Sojourn for the Equinox

D McDonald
an unseen hand smoothly passes charcoal over the houses and hills but still silver hope glows above the rusted train tracks to remind you that the day is still within your grasp and that the sun will again find a way . worn-down soles stamp over cracked sidewalks trying to resurrect the tingling in your wrists from the thunder of pumping blood . sing for the restoration of the heavens ’ alignment , remember that not long ago you felt okay , that the world made a bit of sense , and cling to the promise that you will feel that way again . O how hometowns fester , become the breeding ground for serpents eager to slither tight around your ribcage , squeezing to fit you back into the burrow that you ’ ve outgrown . you know that this is temporary , and you repeat it over and over , as the shadows have a way of making you forget . the light will overcome her brother , the Greyhound will be a gurney , the smudged grey outline of the sky will only linger so long . So grit your shaking teeth and raise your chin while you wait .

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