yellow light

after meditating, i realize that as in rome,
the spine does not collapse in a day.

it does, however, collapse over many
wake-ups and exhales and uneaten meals

and probably also the weight of time passing
at yellow lights. like the slow close of eyes

rolling back into sleep, we wait.
our bones soften in the wake of our bodies

and we look back at our changing
selves blurred by sunspots,

faces covered in shadow and joy
the way a sun dial is both

colosseum and ultraviolet.

Shelbi Church is a poet based in Boston, MA. She earned her BFA in creative writing from Emerson College. Her work can be found in Hobart, the lickety~split, and 86 Logic.

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1 Response to yellow light

  1. kathypon says:

    Well done!

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