Sunday, March 23, 2014


digital photoart: ralph murre

by Cristina M.R. Norcross

Branches were cut,
before I could touch
the new, green leaves –
velvet flesh.

I no longer wish for
a brightly colored streamer
to appear,
while I dance into the night.
The air is thick
with choices.

This is time enough.
Rug fibers softened by living,
The carved, wooden legs
of Aunt Mary’s side table,
and the chipped place setting
from our wedding,
that didn’t quite make it to England.

When I place my finger
on the table by lamplight,
a message in dust appears.
This is the life
you always wanted.
You just don’t know it yet.

~ first published in Verse & Vision (Q Gallery)