Light Weight Like Paper Heavy Like Words

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

The Mag 132

"There's a certain slant of light,

On winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the weight

Of cathedral tunes." 

~Emily Dickinson

Some memories pierce through my mind

 like winter's morning light

 through a window pane

 moves through a big room

then like weary guests

 from a long journey

 others sit at my table

with the weight of old regrets  

together we relive the past

walk the halls

of torn down houses

remembering the laughter

trying to forget the loss.