J. Wachowski



What Later Proves to be Alive

It’s been such a winter

The snows were especially
              long and cold

I stopped going out

I stopped wanting
              to go out

I stopped

My tears froze
              my eyes
stuck shut

But then,
              whether I wished it
              or not

The sun came back

It’s warmth
a burn
of thawing ice

My eyes blinked
open
to the light



Reaching for the Sun

Cold teeth
the bars that trap me inside
              house, mind

not
not
not enough

The drumbeat falls
drip by drop
melting into something
different
softer, wetter
a place where
life can begin
again

It’s just beyond the pane
where my window frames
possibilities
in those dark fractal woods
still
reaching
for the sun

now
now
now enough


J. Wachowski

Image by Cari Shields

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