A Game - Poem by Ivona Sophia
nothing has happened - absolutely
nothing, except maybe, for this one short breath
when time spun dust, your words, bringing
the image of children’s play, suddenly
(blindfolded with a colorful scarf) , I’m spinning
around, losing all my senses, brushing against
your breath, trying to catch anything -a hope
you would say… anything real.
now it’s time to open my eyes, the bravest thing
I’ve ever done. you –a touch away, a sound away.
one short laugh away from us, children are playing
as if nothing ever happened - not even the world.
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