Prompt: a poem based on or responding to a line from Emily Dickinson.
I’ve read
the second half of joy
is shorter than the first.
but the long tails of contentment
house a secret,
quiet,
calm.
a peace
dull and reluctant
to rear it’s wily head.
still it stands, watchful, ready
should the breezes of nostalgia
ignite its soul again.