By Marianne Brems


Within the quiet interstices

in our conversations,

small voiceless moments of trust

in sheep’s clothing

bring our humanity together

like nickels to magnets.

Trust that our message

can sustain suspension.

Trust that this suspension

can enhance our message.

Trust that we can stand tall

in our tolerance for silence.

Trust that we can wait

after saying “I hate to tell you, but…”

Discomfort may tug at our eyes,

but if we turn away,

we turn back again.


Marianne Brems is a long time writer of textbooks, but also loves to write whimsical poems. She has an MA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. Her poems have appeared in Mused, Soft Cartel, The Pangolin Review, Right Hand Pointing, Armarolla, and Foliate Oak. She lives in Northern California.

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