Poem for Group

Gathering

Unheard laughter hangs in the air,

heavier than the unshed tears

we are all avoiding.

 

Unheard laughter

caught as a bird beating its wings against an open door

hangs in the air, quivering.

 

Unshed tears push their way past the laughter.

With a sudden thump, we feel our eyes becoming wet,

our hearts lighten.

 

Unshed tears filter through our sense of self,

touching us where we promised we would never

let anything in again.

 

Falling

filling the room with

a shared gratefulness.

 

Now

now

we can allow the bird to fly out the open door…

 

 

MariJo Moore © August 14, 2009