quiet now

had you seen the heavens’ promise lay
silent upon the wide horizon,
like a set play in motion—
hear the tackle and the slide home;
or a game winning move,
frozen in time like a gallant pawn,
the slightest touch would have torn it to pieces.
pieces, perhaps, made for another time
when the day makes its way
through and back again,
telling its story all over again
to friends and family, new and old,
young and breathless,
ready to fly.

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