12 Jun


This is the white perimeter of sadness—
a smooth open field
constant as silence
still, but almost breathing

We do not talk of this space
choosing instead
to color the center of our life
with refrigerator magnets
Halloween costumes
and glass vases weighted with light blue stones

And if we sometimes catch a flash
of sunlight reflected off the whiteness
briefly blinding
we turn away
we turn inward
we do not talk as we plump the pillows
and sweep our hardwood floors

I have often thought
deep in the silence of our night
when you lie heavily next to me
of stepping into that whiteness
of breaking the crust of the field
with my footsteps
of sinking into the sadness
of listening for its breathing
of marking a path

But I, too, turn away
turn inward
and do not tell you in the morning
that I dreamt of snow

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