This is a poem that didn’t make it into my book, Laina wrote it for Ben…
Low, ambling light bending to the ground
Early in a season finishing gold
I’m waiting for sense, but not the spoken
Stubborn silence; breathing; considering
On a morning that is showing herself
To be a much heavier thought than us
Lazily seductive and in need
More than he had first led me to believe
Jaw clenched after the shock of nothing new
Gives way to longer memories on hold
Fade to vague connections, too soft to grasp
Quietly settled in…for the moment