On a cold, October day
when the impartial rain falls outside
There is, for instance, the calm after a storm.
Once the stomach knots unfurl,
releasing their full rage,
once thoughts have collided, ripped,
and scraped against the lining of the gut,
after the heart beats hard
and cells move frantically seeking refuge,
there is silence.
there is breath.
In the dew of reflection
there blooms an embrace,
and the body arcs open
like an idol undone.