September

bed

A quiet morning, my hearts adoration

Waking up without rush or noise

Lazily stretching and able to hear only that which speaks to my soul

In bend and cover I had borrowed time months ago, knowing life’s clutter would run its eventual course

September assuring space where I would once again feel whole

Knowing the season to come would bring me back to the place I love and know

In perfect silence all that spoke was my breathing and stillness in my core

September arrived, such beauty in coming home

Bitter sweet, the quiet sprinkled a sadness

Without you beside me, deeply breathing in the peace of a new morning

How my heart wished in that moment it could have been shared and known

~Alisa Hutton

Shallow Waters

 

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Inhaling sadness

Exhaling only to make room for more

Laying still in her shallow waters

Lapping tides remind her she has felt the wash before

Blinking once

A familiar passerby walks around her, not to lose path of their own linear destination

Blinking twice

A second familiar passerby walks over her, not to interrupt their better path of linear destination

She closes her eyes only to be awoken by those lost on the belief of linear destination

Exhaling she makes room for more

Circular upwards, a lesson we all eventually learn

Like leaves blowing in the wind

She leaves them to lay alone in their destined shallow waters

~Alisa Hutton