Lazarus

Not a cricket
nor a cloud,
nor the wind
moved when your eyes
shuttered open.

Not your hands,
your mouth,
but bewilderment rustling
in your brain,
a white arm raised
as if to temper a storm.


And brave you felt
as never before,
your heart starting up awkwardly
like an injured butterfly.

Into a world that breathed light,
blinding and bright
as all the days of summer,
with clouds of words
flying like birds
over the cedar trees.

 


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