By Louisa Reynolds

My hand reaches out
taking comfort in cherry skies
kissed by yellow
light runs through my veins
daylight nourishes my soul
fingertips stretch to clouds
drifting until they are aligned
only for them to wander again
rebels of order in nature
meeting again only a few times
brief hellos and polite farewells
I trace the patterns around me
like a child tracing their name
a cherished picture hung up
in a mother’s small kitchen
a simple moment in time
but not simple in beauty.


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