Something

It’s not in the air
nor is it in the duties facing me
nor in the escape from them
it is banked deep within

I don’t want to exude hope
just now
because it’s an irritable day
no

Scarce
rain in a desert
dappled rays through branches
thick in summer

Quivering secrets
I wonder
who would know them
it’s a cyclical sacrifice

Waiting day
no more
evening nears
off limits

Wishing rest
for hearts that hold me dear
tender silence
gifted absence

Until
whenever comes
and something opens
deep within again