Dreamlits

tumble
through the night

wink
at the light

then slip
out of sight

Audio:

Just

Listen:

not
above

not
below

just
with

is
the right
to remain silent
to write

eyes desperate
her frantic fingers
comb through her bag
from top to bottom

that fleeting glimpse of her
on the street
is still telling to me
her loss
of having
the certainty
that may no longer be
as they say
in the bag

to know
is

to know
with

swallow
fire

become
engine

not
metal

Michigan Avenue
Chicago
he stands
saffron robed
he smiles
we bow
we temple

to go there

to wander it’s pathlessness

beyond these words

on this page

is to let

my next breath

take

Grace fills empty spaces
but it can only enter when there is a void
to receive it,
and it is grace itself
which makes the void. Simone Weil