To Float

By Shawna Ervin

I find it in the cracks between

couch cushions of my heart

in my email inbox, a song


It whispers from the tattered, ripped-open

sweater of my past

rankled and frayed into a puddle at my feet


It is there in tears cried

to rearview mirrors in dark parking lots,

into my pillow between spaces of silence


I dip my toe into it


hesitate, then step in

to my ankle, knee

keep walking, treading

I let myself sink


forgiveness would never let me drown



Shawna is a former journalist, who now stays home with two preschoolers. She is an active member of Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver where she is involved in a two-year mentoring program called the Book Project. She is working on a memoir about adopting her kids from South Korea. Her work has also been published by The Diverse Arts Project and Love Me, Love My Belly.

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