Sunday, July 9, 2023

Cupped, draft no. 2

I have been learning while silent.

I have been learning while quietness sings.

I have been learning through the nighttime

While cupped in angels’ wings.

Their cushioning is softer

than any flurried thing.

If I could, I would have stayed there

and forgotten everything.

But if I’d stayed, there would not have been

any shavings for my king.