I work my heart up to be ready for Five.

I work my heart up to be ready for Five.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Short of time in your honor
I stand in front of a mirror 
wiping my eyes 
breathing meditation for seconds
One, Two, Three, Four
I work my heart up to be ready for Five
and I am not sure it is
Not this time, anyhow.


The next seconds show careless
my hands show shaky in the ether
the knocking heart against my ribs
broke the silence and yet you are nowhere I can see

Repeat the mundane and slow
tall tales and epic sadness mix
with the candy cane magic
all this while I breathe slowly
in front of my foggy mirror
wasting another moment in your honor.

© 2014 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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