Embrace Your Curves


Even with
Persistence
Deliberate care
Pressure
and prescience

Pendulous motion
A solid iron
Smoothing
Your rough nap

The edges
Re-curl
Recoil from
Striving

Away from
Your center
Weighted ballast
Those corners
Threaten, disturb your
Effortful peace

But then
Who says?
Who ever said?
Why would you believe?
You are supposed to

Lie – flat

© Amanda Reilly Sayer

Snow Day

New snowfall through starless night
Laden trees with cotton tufts
Now, luminous tendrils
Against the dawn sky

“Snow Day!” cheers rang through the house
As kids, alert in their still warm pajamas
Danced with anticipated snow forts
And other forbidden weekday play

All whilst their parents, bent over for boot lacing
Felt their backs groan, remembering
The last storm, which wasn’t the last
Not nearly the last, after all

If they noticed anything
Beyond their full shovels
The rhythmic, industrious scraping
It wasn’t apparent to anyone

Until the laughter of their children
Rattled the glass panes
And impelled them notice
Breath-stained windows, mindful nudges

Look up and see!
The vast sky of carefree days
Your perception
Malleable as wet snow

Witness the very moment
When fading midnight embers
That blue-lit, sparkling tree line
Those inky nighttime remnants

Become the new day

© Amanda Reilly Sayer