When Sky Comes Down Like A Curtain

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write about the bully when it’s all too much.The holidays had lifted me, driven fear and anger at him out of my mind for a while.And a friend came to town. We met in person for the first time, she and her family open and warm as if the person I am fit just fine in their midst. As if my quirky edges fit smooth enough exactly as they were. It was so good to smile.My spirit rose despite the gulf separating my words and pen. I paid no attention to the bully’s creeping scheme of people and things captured like wild animals he couldn’t stand to se

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e free. For a short time, I forgot the parts of my life that bent so much from his clumsy weight.And it’s all too much again, so this is about him, the Commander-in-Chief whose mind is equipped to command no one.The bully lurched and threw his weight down as a New Year’s gift to the world, making these words my first to squeeze through the writer’s fog. May he curl up now for winter and sleep it away, letting hearts breathe, leaving them time to do better than worry and ache.Copyright 2020 Ré Harris. All rights reserved.</article></body>

When Sky Comes Down Like A Curtain

The sky threatens to fall like heavy drapes with stones in the hems. Opaque. Opening and closing over my best memories with an enemy’s rhythm, its callous whim mocking the heart’s work, mocking even the surgeon’s touch that would keep the chambers in tune.

I write about the bully when it’s all too much.

The holidays had lifted me, driven fear and anger at him out of my mind for a while.

And a friend came to town. We met in person for the first time, she and her family open and warm as if the person I am fit just fine in their midst. As if my quirky edges fit smooth enough exactly as they were. It was so good to smile.

My spirit rose despite the gulf separating my words and pen. I paid no attention to the bully’s creeping scheme of people and things captured like wild animals he couldn’t stand to see free. For a short time, I forgot the parts of my life that bent so much from his clumsy weight.

And it’s all too much again, so this is about him, the Commander-in-Chief whose mind is equipped to command no one.

The bully lurched and threw his weight down as a New Year’s gift to the world, making these words my first to squeeze through the writer’s fog. May he curl up now for winter and sleep it away, letting hearts breathe, leaving them time to do better than worry and ache.