Awake, But Still

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Gravity arrived
swathed in dull brown cloud
weighed me down
feet to the floor. 
Woke me, saw weeping
ooze of red wounds
caught enfolded silence
green daisies yet closed
floods, waves of amulet sworn fealty
woke my throat. Forgotten now. 
Where is gravity without grace?
Gravity said wait.
Grace already flown
nest laid in high, wild rock
a thin bubble of water
risen from felicity’s spring
already written – a song
long promised.
My plea always and only 
one thread for that rocky nest
one thread
long as the gaze of stars
one thread woven through all
hold me. Just please -- hold me.
Darlene Witte
Darlene Witte

Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at

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