Wishbone

 

 

storm

Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave

A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more

Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth

In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found

Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show

Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow

Looking in the mirror she sees us all

Floundering at dusk and rising in hope

Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more

Today

She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole

With a glimmer of faith

That after it is all done

She will feel herself and walk in stride once more

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

 

Perfect Sky

lantern

Walking with our arms locked in the middle of the night

A quiet ritual of meeting between her and I

An open field reflecting the broad moon in poetic waves across the summer grasses

Holding our crimson lantern to the open starlit sky

Our dance, our song, purposed only for whispering romance back in our lives

As the flame fills the fragile paper shell with expanding life

Her voice smoothly pours like scotch over ice “I made us a wish”

Standing as one our dreams carried away far beyond our eye

For a moment we stand holding hands in the quiet of our drifting light

Wrapped in heaven and compassionate hold

We share a perfect kiss under our wished upon

Perfect sky

~Alisa Hutton