… and I wrote a few words in response. Then he created a piece of art in response, which I love. We get each other ❤️
He’s a grown man
broad wings of an eagle
carry him through
blue skies and lashing storms
But I hear the pain
of betrayal in his quiet voice
I want to say, “yell it out, scream
across the heavens”
I can’t help with this
anymore than I can stop the raging sea
I catch a falling feather
wrap my arms around his sweat-soaked body
try to calm his heaving breath with my own
measured and tempoed
to the patter of the rain
Michele Rule
