Words

Nudging, insisting

Struggle to escape

Perching on the tip of my tongue

A rising wall

Blocks phrases, words,

thoughts, ideas

Trapped inside my head

In a maze from brain to lips, lost

In my mind

you were

colored

the lightest

blue

Like butterfly

wings

Shine rubbing

off on your

fingers

at a touch.

You loved them

Because

they were so

A lull and silence,

And softly whispered

Breath.

Caresses petal soft

And feather

Light.

Delicate,

Like lace and spiders’ webs,

The light plays on the rain.

Like the sound

Of snow

Falling.

The crack in the windshield of my father’s gold Camry

used to be just a scratch no one noticed,

but somehow, like milkweed creeping up

among the tulips in my mother’s garden

it grew into a scar that slices the horizon