March 2021

in what feels like the longest hour, just before sleep
my mind--
it leaks

a memory of a place trapped in time
caught between two moments
and swaddled in the most serene of purples

a never-ending sunset--
oozing clouds injected with a heavenly lavender dust,
shooting the last of its golden rays of light,
enveloping me in its flush of warmth,
then settling me quickly into the darkness
the vast, infinite place that beckons patiently
to remind me of the existence of an eternity beyond my very body

The most serene of purples

This poem was featured with an accompanying artwork in a solo exhibition at Second Street Gallery (2021).

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