Nikia Leopold

Healing With Shadows Nikia Leopold

The Phrase



Sometimes, traversing a day,

the phrase arrives:

'My kind father.'

I pause, go on,

knowing this is a way

we're remembered.

Nothing specific,

nothing planned or sacramental,

no sacrifice of a pure white goat,

just this small tide that rises,

slipping over the basin's lip

onto a dry patch of my life.