Protection – by Kim Larocque

The delicate heat

Touches my skin;

I feel it like a duvet on my crossed legs.

 

Inside my heart,

nothing is moving.

Yet, a dim sinking feeling lingers.

 

The day carries on,

I observe: cars, people, birds..

A hawk flies overhead,

Its keen vision seeking me.

 

I wave.

A family over dressed for this Sunday’s heat gently walks past.

I am sweating for them.

Perspiration camouflages my tears;

swimming down the edge of my cheeks.

 

Amazing how the world continues to move…

As mine has stopped this instant..

Allowing the noise to echo.

I’m in a canyon.

 

A bubble has formed over my body

I feel it glistening, reflecting, deflecting.

My armor is set.

Inside my trench…

I am ready for battle.

 

2 Comments

  1. Kim

    August 27, 2012 at 9:06 pm

    Yes, this is such a new venue for me.
    I’ve been inspired by the poets I have been interviewing.

    Suspended reality: That’s exactly it! Thanks!

    xoxox

  2. Kim, isn’t is amazing – the places you can go in poetry, that you can’t in prose?

    The sense of suspended reality you’re talking about in this verse is so familiar…

    “Amazing how the world continues to move…
    As mine has stopped this instant..
    Allowing the noise to echo.
    I’m in a canyon.”

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