Another kind of no
Throwing away my watch
my smartphone
the metronome that pendulates
my life into a tick tock prison
Throwing open my windows
to breathe the sacrament
of burning leaves
that signal a necessary ending
The transformation that tells me
to walk around in my underwear
if I feel like it
Throwing down my open heart
with a loud
‘Who goes there?’
and a billboard that says
in no uncertain terms
Disobedience is bliss.
By: S. Elizabeth Snyder
Holy Lament Member
