The weight of her hand


The weight of her hand
descends like a goldfinch
light and airy it lands
at the base of my neck

the trapezius muscle loosens
my shoulder drops inches
and the bouncy finch
is off again through the air.

Stress and tension are melted
boiled, drained away
in those three seconds
of stillness

while love, devotion
kindness are summoned to the top
like magic, like pixie dust under
the weight of her hand.

About Amy @ Love and Be Loved

Amy Secrist is a Catholic, a wife, and a mother of four (ages 15, 10, 8, & 7). She prays, teaches & practices postural yoga & meditation, snuggles, reads, writes, walks, and eats chocolate in a small town in Mid-Ohio.

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