Delicately

Delicate AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

She flitted gently by his head.

The slight bow noted, the sorrow that was there

But perhaps not heard.

 

She knew he had to hold himself up

All this time

That it was the only way

He’d learned.

And yet she could discern the hidden

Effort that it took

To rise against the gravity,

In times where drought of hope

Returned

Again and again and again.

 

She understood the energy required for

Making the Herculean appear effortless,

To constantly correct

The wobble under

Winds and strain.

 

She hovered for a moment

Letting a space of permission

Manifest

Before she landed, feather-weighted and,

Delicate

On his chest.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Delicate in 106 words

 

12 thoughts on “Delicately

  1. This poem reminds me of the Arkansas football coach who lost his wife to cancer in August. Today, the Georgia fans (Who Arkansas is playing) are wearing pink in honor of Wendy the Arkansas coach’s wife. I’m sure he was overwhelmed and could use a delicate touch on his chest. Well done, Na’ama.

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