The
wind washes the fog away
Today
it’s not my friend
Rather,
I enjoyed the closeness
Confined
to near-sighted news
Alone,
at least I thought
If I
believed what my eyes told me
Not my
heart.
Its
seeping softness
Drove
me seeking solace
Inside
Not
outside where the glare
Caught
me off guard and blinded
Yes,
inside,
Among
the milkweed feathers
Of
imaginings and inspirations
Within
the white-clouds-come-near
And
quiet whispers secrets
To my
soul
~~Rachel
Maher
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