Sleepwalking – Page 2

A mother recovers

To heal, to make whole. Thus, the blank space between sounds. Thus, a rift in tectonic plates. The hands which beckon or beg or beat, discovering a source of light. A bone knows which way to grow, underneath all those sinews. As in a call to prayer, an invitation to come in from the world.Continue reading “A mother recovers”

Interstice

Swimmer’s feet kick off from rock’s end into new shallows in-between of suspension heart buoyed up by succession of events as lived in our 30s a new clarity happens with each turn of calendar, as with erosion, distillation, settling of silt onto river beds and ocean floors I wade with purpose until I can onlyContinue reading “Interstice”

“A Perhaps Hand”

Spring is a slap to the senses — go out, be happy, live! — now that the light stays longer there is cause for wide-open eyes and heart that billows out to any body of water. The tree that you have been watching all fall, all winter, in the school lot, giving out on hopeContinue reading ““A Perhaps Hand””