Recess

 

Recess

When a longtime bully steps away,

dank vile slab that’s been leaning hard—

you come to yourself in a sliver of air,                 

and blink, and breathe, and quietly say:

Those bricks, just bricks. Those faces, faces.

Not a toppling wall, not a jeering mob.

You tingle to brink in a skin of allow,

mineral light in your thankful chest.                  

Peace returned is the joy that throbs.

World’s your home as it always was.