Think about: the sun, climbing
through windows
into pearl-grey morning, gently
waking the body.
How light expands outward
from the horizon,
uncontained.
And the breeze, playing
with leaves, like fingers
through a beloved’s hair.
And the days. Remnants of
the hardest rolling over
to finally rest.
And the bright stillness
of everything,
your lungs fresh and wide
with every new breath.
Each beat of your heart,
inside of your ribs,
a small knocking,
the pulse
reminding the house
what keeps it warm.
—from Ekphrastic Challenge
January 2023, Artist’s Choice
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Comment from the artist, Susan MacMurdy: