In Time Another Time

before we wandered into an empty landscape

where our muted voices circled for years

we met in a thin open space where we could

find common ground and grind away burrs—

you sat on a hard back chair, waiting, silent,

and ingrown as if you understood the fullness

of stone, you were entombed in marble—

impenetrable, waiting to see a drama unfold, 

acting as both participant and onlooker,

child and barely edging into the time 

just beyond— now i see you—a high wire 

artist on that boundary, i carried a balance pole—

what did i say that altered the center of gravity,

you fell off and walked away

it took years for me to plumb the depths

of what I meant to say 

April Poem A Day 

Prompt: “ What I meant to say” poem

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