morning broke./
creeping angelically/
falling/
over the fields/
like the hoar frost?
i attempt to fix/
in my mind/
silences/
that seem to/
elude me/
the fields/
and singing how Great Thou Art/
my voice a choir/
my voice a choir/
my lone voice a choir/
my song will no longer/
fill my room/
or the space between the/
toppling atoms/
another atom/
and another/
and another
and I too am atom./***************************
All posts written by Jodie Boyer Hatlem
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