Solace
Solace
Born from a woman
with a lion’s spirit
and a heart of gold,
I go about the business
of living every day
to walk on soft carpets
at dawn still groggy
from sleep, but on rare
occasions my feet seem to
flow like a stingray
traveling through ocean waters.
The yellow and teal designs
on my teapot are reminders
of beauty in the world.
Cold faucet water pouring
into the pot sounds like
tiny waterfalls on metal.
The tall, wood-stained barrier
with noisy hinges threaten
to act as a harbinger of
my arrival like the wolf’s howl
to its pack. My wooden door
is a fortress of seclusion
and its lock is my first love
at the beginning of each day.
©2019 R.H.W. Dorsey
The poem above is from Second Act Writings Volume 2 : Poems on Life, Love, and Other Musings now available on ebook at: https://books2read.com/u/bWBy6W AND on paperback at: http://mybook.to/SecActVol2Amazon
