This was submitted to the contest by Miriam Hemah. We’ll put it under the Poetry category.
Just Breathe
A coffee warms my hands, at a table.
I can see the bookshelf,
not far from the pastry cabinet
Faith, comedy, tragedy.
Take a book down, settle in for a time
Warm the soul, rest the mind.
Breathe.
Everyone takes a look, takes a book.
Hears its call.
Breathes.
Faith, comedy, tragedy.
A coffee warms my hands, at a table,
I can see the bookshelf.
Why was the book put back?
A time, a place, a face.
Was it face? Was it laced?
Did you fear disgrace?
Faith, comedy, tragedy.
Some say your kind are poison.
I like to disagree.
I disagree.
We’ve all our callings, our places and faces.
Can’t curse the faith, can’t sing another song
Just breathe
Faith, comedy, tragedy.
-M.H.