A blue moon on a
bright day undresses
suffering/like a box
that finally opens in it's
attic of forgotten.
A glacial slap of cold
renews the life you've
been repressing/it is
the difference between
boredom and peace.
Engage it like a bear
digging through
the trashcan/like lava
that erupts from
your caldera.

Sara Fielder © May 2018