Saturday, 4 March 2017

space poem #3 (edited)

There is no space
between the pauses,
no easy leaps
into the cosmic sea,
no place to find a purchase,
no ledge to grip and breathe;
just the weight of me,
a gift of gravity,
just the planet beneath my feet
holding me,
not as maternal parent
but in anger and defeat;
a fury
that my eyes gaze upward,
that my thoughts yearn to flee.

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