Mireille Astore



Footsteps awaken

your presence at the door

Gusts of wind

rush into my bones

highlighting half moons

You see them

you shake your head

and you hover unanswerable questions

I stretch my mouth

and mock the creation

in your head

When will you learn

that fear is also my friend?

When will you know

that without it

I’m motionless


©Mireille Eid