Outlines

Sleeping At Last

Hidden in plain sight
The world is an outline
Of shapes I used to know

Like pulling ribbon
All of a sudden
The curtains draw back slow

Though I’ve been distracted
I am caught up in static
No more

Garden of eden
Lower your branches
For another year

I’m dust, unsettled
Until they reappear

Though my hands are prone
To trial and error
I’m crossing my fingers
For something to hold

I can’t help but hope for brighter
Here in the shadows of letting go

God, may these good intentions
Be the outline of so much more

When I breathe, from now on
I’ll mean it more than ever I did before