contrast
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

the dawn left its
imprint on me today —
then the birds
took my insides
and fashioned their
songs to my
heartbeat.
glorious!
alive!
glorious!
alive!
yet, i am only
gloriously
alive today
because of yesterday’s
death throes — just as
the bird-songs are
heavenly
because of their long,
wintry
silence.
-J.A. Carter-Winward, from in-her-rest-less-ness: prose and poetry
COMING 2018

