Letting Go

Image from pixels.com
Written in response to:


Standing at the edge of the sea,

Waiting for the colors of the day

To peek out from the blackness

Of yesterday’s day,

For the moment of breath,

I remember all of us.

Orange and pink begin the chase.

Midnight crawls away.                                                          

Time to walk along this sand,

Feel a weighty slide of cold, wet grit

Between my toes,

Lift my face to the sun,

Warming, cherishing

What now I gain

In the letting go

Of all the stones

Along this way.

Published by

Annette Kalandros

I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the LGBTQ community since I was four years old and marched my Ken doll with all his little Ken accouterments to the big metal trash can in the yard. Yes, I dumped Ken, along with said accouterments, into the can and slammed the lid on. My two Barbie dolls lived happily ever after.

3 thoughts on “Letting Go”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.