Forgive me while I reach around and
tie a hook upon the sun
to hang it in a closet behind your shoes.
If you think of running or
can’t escape a sour swamp
that light will curse out your deepest blues.
If I hook it to your collar
or tie it to your lace
there would be no place you could hide.
Again, forgive me for trying to keep
the light bright in your eyes
and beam up the hope you’ve set aside.
I could clip it to the handle
of the front door
to remind you to touch the light when leaving,
though I know you may not like the heat
a cloistered sun can conjure
while it burns away your deeper grieving.
REBECCA SURMONT has been a physical theater actor, Mime, voice talent, and teaching artist. Her written work has been featured in places such as Crowstep Poetry Journal, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Trouvaille Review, Ekphrastic Review, and Seasons by Trolley Car Press. She works as a leadership consultant and coach.