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After the miracle you ask
why I’m still afraid clutching
the rim of the no-longer-
rocking boat shockwaves
still rolling in my belly though
the lake’s gone smooth
as slate —
Do I still have no faith you ask
even now when I could test the air
above my head and meet
no resistance when I’ve seen you
lift your own weathered hand gathering
the wind into your fist until
all is still —
I turn aside search the horizon
for another storm rising
in the opaline sky and still
you ask will I rest here a while —
lay my head against
the same pillow where
a moment ago you slept?
~Heather Kaufmann
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