She stands at the precipice ++++++++ wondering
where time and space meet ++++++++ where and why he’ll appear
at that moment, and ++++++++++++++ again–
it seems less a question of physics– ++his blurred shape–
than an opportunity ++++++++++++++ gathering strength
in the vast eternal void +++++++++++ from unbidden hope
to find a crack, a sliver of light +++++ shining in incandescent splendor
Jane Dougherty and David (ben Alexander) got me thinking about writing a cleave poem again. I haven’t written one in a while, and WP certainly does not make them easy to format. We’re getting ready for houseguests and Thanksgiving–something we haven’t done since the pandemic began–so I may not be around too much in the next week.