Tuesday, April 17, 2018

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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