Time Out

 time out

The yellow sign warns

dip ahead — and in that lull of road,

that hollow of our throat.

there’s the gist of something, something needed

 

to let the hot breath cool

slowing toward a pause. The evening light

whispers colors into a field

of dust and scrub weed. A beautiful slur

of mauve and lavender. Its wasteland

( at this moment) not so easily judged

 

while in the distance two

mourning doves land

on a metal post. The rhetoric of lamps

still unlit. It’s now just the calm

body language of birds,

 

and own our saying —

let’s wait and see.

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2 comments

  1. Wendy,

    I love the analogy and the deft way you created it.
    Your mastery of language most certainly “whispers colors into a field”.

    Those ‘bump in the road’ or ‘dip ahead’ signs are fair warning, and
    good reminders to pause for a moment, to practice caution and sometimes
    to “wait and see’.

    The imagery is stirring. I love where ‘rhetoric of lamps’ takes me and also
    the mention of ‘wasteland’. Such grand tone setters.

    You’ve aced it again!

    Sarah

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  2. Dear Sarah

    As always, your intuitive and gracious comments regarding my poetry are so deeply appreciated!! I am glad you enjoyed this one and could relate.

    Take care
    my best always,

    Wendy

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