Lucid

Weighty words spoken
(ache physical in my heart) . . .
How familiar their sense
I could not express.

I took my full heart
outside
late that night.

The skies were Lenten,

clean black awash with moon,
breath of Spring whispered low,
light and grey shadows
hinting "hope."

Childhood watchful,

alert to this new peace,
left Memory to join me,
trusting.