Let the Words Fall Where They May
By Rita Sims Quillen
Let darkness come
With only a star here or there
A doughy biscuit moon
Unfazed by clouds passing by.
Let storms slash across treetops
Lightning spiking to the ground
Thunder rumbling through the walls
Knocking limbs to earth.
Let snow pile the roadbank
Remove all color from the world
Freeze long tears from my rooftop
The snowflakes disappearing instantly in my hand.
Let the Words come like an ache
Moving through my timid hand
Unafraid of stormy night and black and white
The ink a ragged tracing of my life's map.
