Poetry About Denial

For three days, the envelope stays sealed. I dust around it, water every plant. Its white edge gathers all the rooms attention. Avoidance builds a house from paper walls. At dusk, I break the careful line of glue. Truth enters quietly and changes all the furniture.

Evening changes the weight of the scene. Its white edge gathers all the rooms attention. A smaller detail comes forward. At dusk, I break the careful line of glue. Meaning gathers without raising its voice. Truth enters quietly and changes all the furniture.

For three days, the envelope stays sealed. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Its white edge gathers all the rooms attention. It returns us to avoidance, grief, truth, self-protection, change, and the moment reality enters. At dusk, I break the careful line of glue. The day continues with a more attentive heart.