I tell myself the heat will be gone in the night and that
the season will change. And change.
I tell myself that the memory will not fade.
I sing to myself to fill the hollow,
and sleep long until tomorrow.
I tell myself that there is as much truth in a moment
as in the year leading up to it.
Many things I tell myself,
and I hear me saying to myself, Believe me.
Jeez, Susan, please stop making me cry in the middle of the afternoon.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I love the way you write and what you have to say.
I really love "I sing to myself to fill the hollow,
ReplyDeleteand sleep long until tomorrow." -- seems like a perfect description of this season.
katie, you know it's not hard to make you cry. ;) thanks for reading in the middle of the day.
ReplyDeleteartmajorese: yes. that was also the line i liked best. though the poem started in my mind as the "as much truth in the moment" thought. i wish i actually sang as much as i think about singing.