A halo hangs above my head, where sunlight streams and bends.
Find it there. Feel its balm.
A warm hand to choke the chill seeping through autumn’s cracked skins. It's held aloft by all these good deeds:
Leaves break and unwind, in lieu of summer’s butterflies. Cradled by a briny stream. Floating bridges upon which unwinged creatures dash and lean. Above the terrible drown.
Footsteps like raindrops.
The heartbeat of a forest.
A river of psalms.
I hear it all.
The voices in my head fall silent.
But for how long.