3 years ago

resilience looks like me with my finely coiffed hair -

it's November and i'm falling in love.

by December i am pleading and the tendrils fell

'round my ears like a seven inch flood.

resilience looks like me when my China mask is chipped - 

in the summer when the trees breathe warm.

i tuck my pride in like a fine linen shirt and

and my locks hit the floor near my soles.

resilience looks like me as i leave without blinking - 

and the snow still comes down as it should.

now i answer to tones and squint at a silence

 of something that went missing 3 years ago.

(picture found here at my new favorite place.)