there is absolution
by Nynke Passi


there is absolution

in the unexpected coolness
of a sheet the whispering
of lovelorn cicadas changing

form as life does—
in one room after
another in husks of cocoon

behind doors of eyelid,
forehead, lip hidden
by curtains of lashes

beads of days prayed one
by one, worried smooth
in the fingers of time

again and again
the unleavened moon dissolving
on night’s repentant tongue

healing psalms sung
by rain wind breath
by the impulsive swish

of the sleepy hair of a lover,
the rush of a silk dress,
a paper bag dancing in air’s arms










NOTE TO EDITORS:

This poem has an atypical page-layout in terms of line-breaks. In case this does not come through in your submission system, let me know how I can send you the poem in another format if you are interested. Warmly, Nynke











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