“Be Still …”
it was
a night
when the lights
went out
and we sat there seven
in the dark
without our faces
on
and talked
and didn’t talk
and time did what time does
right there
in that brick box
we sat in
where the collection
of things
are kept
under lock and key
and in the pitch
we could not see
any of it
and we could breathe
a baby’s breath
a sigh of bliss
for all we miss
and I reach for this
when the lights go out
TL