Photo A.M. Moscoso
We
could be quiet together
silent together
tell secrets to each other
hide from the outside together
like
when the Sun is out
looking for bones and flesh to warm
whether you want it to or not.
We could
haunt unmapped roads together
stand at the crossroads with each other
we could
watch the cars race by or crawl by
we could dare them to stop
and offer us a ride
to somewhere
where we could
be quiet together
silent together
tell secrets to each other
hide from the outside together
like
when the Sun is out
looking for bones and flesh to warm
whether you want it to or not.
We could walk
we could crawl
we could fly
take our time
to get to where we want
let the shadows of the dying day
hide our faces
and our voices
and our intentions
from the Sun
from curious eyes
that would look better
in a faded moldy painting or maybe in a jar
hidden on shelf strangled by cobwebs
in an attic
above a house with a rusty broken swing set-that used to be painted yellow and blue-
that sometimes swings, all alone, in the front yard when the air is still and the birds are quiet and the bugs scurry away as fast as they can.
Me and you
we could stay right here
where we are
where the grass is always green and we can
rest in peace
as the saying goes
or we could walk again
we could get up again
we could danse again
or
We
could be quiet together
silent together
tell secrets to each other
hide from the outside together
like
when the Sun is out
looking for bones and flesh to warm
whether you want it to or not.
Day Three Na/GloPoWriMo : Today, I’d like to challenge you to similarly write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, as you do, you can focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!)
