Relief
In a single instant.
I dreamed my way awake,
eyes still red and
itchy from the raw California spring,
I still ached from the mud,
now dry as an old bone,
yet the memory was stagnant,
stiff with truth,
about the terrain....
straight from the neutral countenance of the geologist's mouth,
way too much to believe,
and now,
the breather.....
between April and the next rainy season,
is insulated relief.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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