

Stopping to breathe, as found in New Found Land
Stopping to breathe,
you envelop me
in your breath.
I am your watermark,
thin as paper,
shear as onion skin,
two-faced yet legible
as Janus
guarding the bridge.
Poems spring from silence
and little noises
that stretch time:
afternoon bird song,
the purr of a light plane
imagined beyond
white pleated blinds
make me think –
it must be a blue sky.
My daughter completed for me
the art of butterfly kisses
that I now pass on to you.
When, like trees,
we disentangle to grow
our separate ways,
remember these silences
timbered in peace
and desire.
Other excerpts from Carolyn Clark
http://classicalpoets.org/spring-was-near-now-springs-here-by-carolyn-clark/
http://classicalpoets.org/wood-nymph-and-other-poetry-by-carolyn-clark/