Muted sounds beneath the sea
Lying on slumbered currents, looking up
The shimmer of the sun radiates above the surface, watching
Peace’s suspension cradles me in an embrace
Slow motion’s warmth touches my skin in affirmation
And I wonder how long I can hold my breath to make this moment last
A small puddle after the rain returns my gaze
Storefront windows on a cool summer day walk by my side
Resting glass objects look at me sideways without notice
A hanging mirror patiently waits for my passing
A drop of water hangs on before the fall
Everyday reminders
I exist
Linger’s lyrics, serenade
Slip away, follow me
All we let in still remains
Leave behind, parting ways
Paper thoughts, cluttered mind
Open windows, set them free
Burdened shoulders, ease their pain
Forgive myself, accepting me
A fern leaf separates pages in a book
An inscribed name in wet cement, I was here
Carved initials in an old forlorn tree trunk, you are not alone
A yellow bow tied to a branch, finding our pathway home
Rounded corners bind unexpected ties
Narrow pathways leave little room to pass
Sudden encounters suspend thought then motion
Standstill’s silence hangs in the air
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Racing thoughts nudge unspoken words
Glances met, uncertainty exchanged
Chance and fate barter for this moment
Unclear who won the tug of war
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Corners rounded, anticipation chants
Encounter’s scent remains at my side
Past’s mirage reflected in the mirror
No escape, nowhere to hide
Window sills, quietly sitting
Peering over skylines, concrete below
Raindrops streaming down glass, blurring lines of sight
Bird’s eye views ripening on vines, taunt strings not wanting to let go
What shape does blue cast
Seeping beneath skin and voice
Shades change, without control or anticipation
Pinprick reminders morph to warm summer skies
The pendulum swings back and forth
Momentum, it cannot be stopped
Footsteps, not always in line with the beat
Imprints are left behind
A reminder of where we’ve been
A lighthouse cups her hands around her mouth and calls out into the darkness
A weather vane ignores the wind and gazes beyond yesterday’s drifting clouds
Rocks pin an unfolded map on four corners, not wanting the past to fly away
The North Star embraces the sky, waiting to catch my eye and lead me home
Seagulls encounter captive winters
Salted petals, sleeping time
Open windows view buried moons
Anxious waves disguised as familiar seasons
Searching, never finding dry land
Teardrops touch the ground
Seeding April’s lyrics without a melody
Incomplete, standing alone
Threads break upon first touch
I swim in the mist of your scent
Searching for shorelines to break my path
Mat Aru Poetry 