It's Still Life

Quietness

Why not always.
I will be the calmness
of the sea,

where I will unravel your knots.
I will be the daughter of high tide, and you
will be my window.

Why not always,
for your wading and for your washing.

Why not always
be in my high waters running deep,
and rebel wild.

Why not always
in a room dark as honey, under sheets
thin as skin.

Why not always when
the sun spoke
to us.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16: a poem using an abstract noun without including it in the body of the poem, but only in the title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.