In
the afternoons, when
the
children are playing
at
a neighbor’s, she sits
in
the screened-in porch,
seeking
what little breeze
there
is without the flies
and
mosquitoes, and stares
at
the smooth cement
floor.
The tears form
at
the interior of her eyes,
but
no one is there
to
notice.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
3 comments:
Many years ago now, after a friend had told me "Of course you can't get past this - you're depressed" in a casual, matter of fact way, I sat alone on the deck in the back yard and stared for hours. Finally someone had named what it was I was suffering from but couldn't own up to. This, if not a classic description, sure seems to tag up with what I felt that day.
Thanks, Glynn!
Beautifully spare - and I love the photo with it. Wow.
[yikes. i posted a comment but it got eaten by the "Whoops there was an error" blogger machine.]
anyway - the image is really great - especially when one clicks it for an enlarged version.
blessings.
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