Another Poem About Depression

Claire Taylor

or perhaps this one is about healing

autumn arriving 

bit by bit 

the cool morning dancing

through the trees

while honeyed dawn spills

across your bare shoulders and our 

crumpled bed sheets

the breeze 

through the open window makes me shiver 

as I recall the many times 

you held my face 

to yours —look at me look at me

but I was already gone

now 

I put one foot to the carpeted floor

then the other

without effort

go downstairs to start the coffee 

greet the day like it might hold something 

I’m meant to see