GIVE ME A MOMENT

There is a power in softness, a rough tremor
weeping through every pore without a
scathing sound – the opacity of white noise
calming the soul with feathery pause.

Release it,
tame at last as passing thunder –
its mane, feline, and gentle,
its belly,
turned upward,
eyes closed.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 July, 2021

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