Settled

Let’s just sit without 

trying to explain this new 

we are living; no attempts 

to make sense; no efforts 

to remedy; no tell-me-

what-your-think.

Let’s just sit 

for a moment;

the air is cool, 

I hear a little rain,

the evening has settled,

and we have this moment;

give me your hand,

and I’ll lay my head

on you shoulder,

and let’s just sit

here, together,

silent, real holding

real.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2020

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