All afternoon, each time
I think I should hurry,
I pull out a comma,
I think I should hurry,
I pull out a comma,
such humble punctuation,
and I invite it into the moment,
and the comma does
and I invite it into the moment,
and the comma does
what it always does, which
is to invite a pause, a small pause,
of course, but a pause long enough
is to invite a pause, a small pause,
of course, but a pause long enough
to breathe, to notice what else
is happening, a slight
suggestion that right here
is happening, a slight
suggestion that right here
is a perfect place to rest,
yes, how funny I never noticed
before the comma itself
before the comma itself
looks as if it's bowing, nodding
its small dark head to what is,
encouraging us to find
a brief silence and then,
thus refreshed, go on.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
from All the Honey
Art by Mori Yuzan
(color digitally inverted)
with thanks to The Beauty We Love
for post and picture :)
for post and picture :)
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