Something changed this morning
it has been six months or more
since I felt that tickle on the back of my neck
I hope I am right
I hope it is not a desperate imagining
not a feeble memory
I hope it is life returning
Successive blows brought me here
a great storm emptied me
so I retreated
shuttering the windows
barricading the doors
closing it out
no stimulation
no sensation
no curiosity
I wanted nothing
Yet something stirred today
I think I felt a breeze
I think I smiled
Marv Himmel
January 16, 2019 ©
This poem resonated with me: it sounds like the hope of depression lifting at last. A visceral image – it shook me a bit.
I really like the image and feeling of the breeze tickling the back of your neck. The last line – “I think” qualifying it – yes, that’s how it is, with me – a cautious taking of my own temperature.
Thanks for sharing this, and all of your poetry – a treat to read it!
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