Hard Day’s Rest
All secrets are witnessed when
two noble souls do begin
in compacted perfection
that dubious connection
called marriage.
She swallows his stories,
his bits of old glory,
and unguents of apology
for his deeds of biology.
Arguments feed a marriage
like water running through.
It’s when conversation stops
that it’s just she and you.
Yet holding her feels
like a hard day’s rest,
with her pink shell of an ear
against his tired chest.
Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist from Virginia. She has an MFA from Old Dominion University many moons ago in Interdisciplinary Studies. Her work has been published in multiple online and print journals including Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Blaze Vox, Edge of Humanity, Academy of Heart and Mind journals, Eber Wein and Eastern Sea Bard Anthologies among others.
