by Bryan Snyder
In the new-blown morning air
stirred with shimmering flight,
a swallow suspends my prayer
with a memory of long journey’s end,
a satisfied climbing the stairs,
the door hanging free…
above all a subtle suspense
as if someone slipped in unawares.
The question draws me
to the tan of the carpet floor
where the missing piece of a blue and singing sky,
so lifelike yet,
so smaller than life! endures
the questioning hands of a child’s world gone awry,
silent. I cannot forget.
Bryan is a Pennsylvania teacher who enjoys learning, spending time with students and family, and, of course, writing.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy