Katrina Kaye
allow eyes to rest
press palms against
closed lids and exhale
hold breath
allow silence
release time
feel the bruises on
knees and the scab
on earlobe
trace the memory of memories
that have quicksanded
through cold hands
try to let the mind rest
try to forgive
embrace only
the breath of now
a bird sings and the sun
insists on the drag
the toward tomorrow
take time
to clean hands and
cross fingers
promise better in the
in the last moments
of today
Saturday's Sirens 