CONFESSION

Knowing this place to be not hurried,
I came for darkness –
for the temporary shading and softening of shadows,
the thought of cold, night air moving in,
its thickness settling and staying
for the duration of sky
or as long as it was needed.
Stories must be told and retold many times.
Forgive me, but this is how I remember.


Poem published in Amethyst Review (November 2021); reprinted in The Whirlwind Review, issue 2 (Spring 2012).

Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.