Retreat

in the tradition of holidays lost to anger
I revolutionize the art of walking away into compartments of the mind
retreat is permissible if meant to ignore the dark shape of eyes
rural minds ask no more from forgotten lovers
the freshly washed skin or the salted scent of ocean air
here is the intertwined physical harmony where I am no longer a child
the sand receding below my feet is taken to a place of greater meaning
some wholesome shore where you find what you want in cherished love
where I am who I promised you I would be, the ordinary and unspoken.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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6 Responses to Retreat

  1. That’s a beautiful poem, Kate.

  2. sheldonk2014 says:

    Very powerful images
    Have a great one Kate
    Above all Peace
    As always Sheldon

  3. Tom Schultz says:

    Really like the sound of this poem. Very subtle.

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