Posted by Kelly Omodia on
I could have followed your prints
and carved out a name in gold.
I could have sung your praise
and heard the chorus of cherubs
reverberate their tone in celestial magic.
Now I chose a path that echoes
the rhythms of promises dammed
by a hope built in clouds.
I dig deep in sand.
I follow the rabbits to their
hidden place from the hawks
whose wings of shield
have become the claws of steel.