There are lines
of mind and heart,
wave-remnant and sand,
and other ephemeral things
erased, re-drawn,
going up in smoke.
Then there are seamless places,
territories of being
continents that collapse;
and between movement and stillness,
a moment, a memory
and a you that slipped into me
and a dissolving that gave
an indescribable us.
of mind and heart,
wave-remnant and sand,
and other ephemeral things
erased, re-drawn,
going up in smoke.
Then there are seamless places,
territories of being
continents that collapse;
and between movement and stillness,
a moment, a memory
and a you that slipped into me
and a dissolving that gave
an indescribable us.
[from my collection 'Threads', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2007]
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