Monday, December 9, 2013



The stillness that hangs before you
It is a shower curtain

It is how a year pretends
to just stop

Give me your hand
Give me what you hoped this year would bring
Give me the flowerfield
that abides because you were not here

And then you were
for a time

This is the way in


  1. seemingly, all stands still while you change. unless you stand still long enough then you will notice all around you change. what was before it changed, where do we or does it all go?

    see what you did, Hannah. you made me think :-)


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