Your Hand

existential angst, life, love, metaphor, poetry

                       to Lisa
in the vague shadows of the twisted night
I wake again into my clotted fear
you lay your hand upon my arm until
the convolutions of my troubled thought
spiral back around toward an anxious calm
like the last dry leaf from November’s elm
(November 2012)

Published by subtextures

I am write and work in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

Published

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.