Watching you,
carefully
selecting your weapon.
No choice more important
than what you are
about to say or do.
Will it be quick?
Something that strikes
with precision?
Will it be brutal,
like a bludgeon
from behind?
Will it be cataclysmic,
like fire from the sky?
A smile plays on your lips
as you decide.
One moment passes,
another as well.
Soon you turn,
hands empty,
but your eyes so full.
Smiling with a grace
I thought impossible
and you bring out
a lesson
in forgiveness.
DJR – 2022
