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In the Rooms of Our Days<\/p>\n
By<\/p>\n
Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Snow falls, soundless,<\/p>\n
Layering on branches, like cells<\/p>\n
On the body, creating silence<\/p>\n
And drapery, touching everything.<\/p>\n
The winter wishes for nothing else<\/p>\n
Than to build up smooth mounds<\/p>\n
Over the ruins of sleeping seeds<\/p>\n
And the bones of animals that passed away alone,<\/p>\n
Giving them the kind of protection required<\/p>\n
For secret awakenings to warmth and light\u2014<\/p>\n
That we all need, that we all long for<\/p>\n
As we stay awake all winter, walking back and forth<\/p>\n
In the rooms of our days, unable to sleep,<\/p>\n
Unable to close our eyes and trust the spring,<\/p>\n
Unable to remember that once<\/p>\n
We slept in darkness, that once<\/p>\n
We emerged from the darkness,<\/p>\n
That once, again and again, we blossomed<\/p>\n
Into the hands of another, that we rose up<\/p>\n
To a welcoming sky, and that we will all, once<\/p>\n
Again, and again, return to sleep<\/p>\n
Beneath scrolls of silent snow.<\/p>\n
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