“the leafbud straggles forth / toward the frigid light of the airshaft / this is faith / the pale extension of a day” – Adrienne Rich
i can not speak, the
words stay curled, a leafbud
waiting for the sun, my voice straggles
from within, banging back and forth
the reverberation echoing toward
a locked gate, the
the key between my fingers, frigid
aching for light
a warmth i know nothing of
faith is like the
pupil dilated from the shock of an airshaft
the eyes screaming this
knowing that the
sun never sets, becomes pale
yes but in truth is an extension
the moon, a bond, a thread, a
promise, never broken by day
One thought on “tenuous”
“the sun never sets”
Yes. Comprehending this reality requires faith.
promise, never broken by day — yes, I get it. Not just a promise but a covenant. Another kind of bond.
I like your imagery and your symbols.