Listening Break
Sonnet
Published in
Dec 19, 2023
No brushes, no sketchbook, no easel…
he steadies himself on the fence posts
and shuffles his feet along the familiar path
each step its own small battle.
He struggles to reach the clearing
where the dead, hollowed trees stand.
Their silhouettes are like a Rorschach
inkblot interrupting the horizon.
