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olive branch
by Angela Thomasit's strange how when it finally does come, like a storm
that you knew was around the corner this whole time, it's
not loud. it's quiet. it's a strange kind of unsettling silence
that stirs the air, heavy with incense, the sound of breath,
a pot boiling water, footsteps on the other side of the wall.
i always thought that the storm would be loud, like a wind
tunnel full of jackhammers and regret. but my bed is cool,
the pillows are full, my body is outstretched, my hands are
still moving and moving and moving. staying busy so as to stay
out of trouble. and it just dawned on me that i'm lonely.
maybe that's what this poem is trying to say. the silence is full
of nothing. and that's the worst part. i dream of putting a tattoo
of a dove with an olive branch on my back. i dream of someone
hugging this image as it is me, as i am it, i dream i am peace. 03/25/2009 Posted on 03/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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