Screens
It’s pixels, miniscule dots of light
emitting color to transfix your eyes
and vex your thoracic cavity.
It’s a mirage, a brilliant lake
in a desert of desolation, blurred
lines of reality shimmering.
Please, close your eyes.
Take the light and the lines
inside the blackness behind
your lids. Let them fade.
Please, close your mind.
Take the longing intensity
into the hollowness of
your heart. Let it calm.
When shapes press into
your darkness and you feel
the rattling of oxygenation,
breathe deeply. Take in air.
Know your hope is time,
and your path, onward.
Your salvation is breath.
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Very soothing poem and lovely ending! Thanks for sharing.
I love the directive tone and nature of this poem, especially love “a brilliant lake/in a desert of desolation”