In This Solitude by Adrienne Danrich
Crawling my way
Back to the light
I see a gleam of
Its brilliance
Seeping around the edges
Of this Coffin
That has Resurrected
Itself around my entire
Being
Patiently I scratch
Away at the Base
Of the Murky
Pit
That hasn’t let go for
Week
Upon
Week
Going on a month
Now
Meditation chips
Away at
The Inky
Roots
Silencing
The Chaos
Breathing in and out
To find
Peace
Sanity slowly
Creeping back
To its
Vaulted Throne
To its
Rightful place
By Adrienne Danrich
I slow down
I close my eyes
And breathe deeply
Listening to my own special kind of silence
I stop
I close my eyes
Taking a deep soul healing breath
I listen
I hear the birds sing
The horns honks
The whispers
I hear the shouts
Of neighbors
And I smile
Listening well to my own special kind of silence
By Adrienne Danrich
Like a puff of smoke from Papa’s pipe,
You glide by on the whims of the winds,
Creating imaginary forms of faces and trees and animals.
Without warning,
More of your kind gather together,
Changing the celestial sky-scape
To a cottony, pillow of white.
