Lesley-Anne Evans

POET + COMMUNITY ARTIST

creator | facilitator | soul friend

What I am waiting for is this
impossibility, something
I long for and won’t recognize
heard, half-heard, in the stillness
between two waves of the sea
seen, half seen, in the shadow
between hawks beauty
and her hunger.

Every phrase and every sentence
is an end and a beginning.
Each night I die to the haunting
of undone things, then dawn
comes, and a robin sings
my heart open.

Lesley-Anne Evans