He hollowed out a stone
to rest his game
far from fears.
He wrapped the seeds
with the palms of prayer
for tomorrow's
praise.
He lit the fire
to guard the pitcher
from the silence
of stillness.
He sighed. Slowly.
In the smouldering weariness.
A dream of loving
the sun.
On a blizzard night.
Outside.
Tainted Emotions
published