like syrup, it pours out
into rocked creek bed,
soothing edges left raw
by dogged news cycles

breath falls open,
the body’s currency
freely afloat in tender trade
seeking safe harbor.

each refuge marks a deeper map,
an oasis founded on currents of air

a pilgrimage to spaces between,
unfold pressed thoughts
fluttered into place
where petaled flowers
need no light.

Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021

Posted for Poets and Storytellers

3rd world man


  1. Oh my! You are gifted!

    To say anything else would be unnecessary! What a wonderful way to begin my Sunday!

    Be well, my friend!

  2. The flow here is just so beautiful, like taking the first few breaths of clean air after living in a polluted mess. I love the feeling of hope and renewal here.

  3. This makes me want to float away. I love the body as currency body’s currency in tender trade.

  4. The last stanza especially captured me!

  5. I really enjoyed the journey this poem takes us on, particularly the last bit of imagery--what a wonderful promise!

  6. I agree with everyone above – gorgeous poem, and I particularly love the closing lines.

  7. Beautiful beautiful words - absolutely wonderful, and I love the soothing closing lines (especially) too.
    Anna :o]

  8. Wonderful flow. The final lines ooze with meaning.

  9. Beautiful poetry that describes what many of us are experiencing these days ... relief, a lessening of angst.

  10. My favourite lines
    "the body’s currency
    freely afloat in tender trade"

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine



  11. this is what we need, relief, a sense of hope, the turning of a corner. what the final stanza so succulently described.


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