XI

A soft light slips in,
On a melancholy wave of memories,
Slides surreptitiously through a natural window,
Arrives on a tide of murmurs,
As life comes back to me,
Gently at first, firmly,
From a calm sea,
Gathering momentum,
Asserting itself,
Here I am
Still breathing.


Eleven Poems for Eleven Pictures
J.E. Dorsey