Holds Touch

…….
Conundrums
drums in the inner spaces
outer lives defined
oily to the texture
soft in the mind.
….
We are bearers of light
into wilderness we bring it forth
shines open cracks of turbulence
glue them whole.
…
Miss the days of unwound
sows the wound of childhood temperament
yet,
so precious
in the vault of memory.
…..
Anna Rozwadowska 2018