Not Yet Trained

In walking.

closeup of jellyfish

It may be the last step, 

the bud of you forgetting

to open.  

Will you 

suggest it by your

form, enduring

this our dark. 


what are you bringing?

as much bird as light

but show me kneeling 

how it weeps

the bell of you

over us.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

3 thoughts on “Not Yet Trained”

    1. Bartholomew, thank you so much. I have Klee’s angels flying around in my head this week.

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