REACHING:
through the fenced
the fenced edge beside
her great-grandmother’s grave
letters floated in the sky
fathoming her idea of self
where the quiet overpowered and the returning
stayed in a continuous,
lightning state
of hallow unknowings
where a sound becomes a place
the taste of air guides the movement
the ticking of pulse
SATIATING TIME
where nothing finds speech in the touch of texture
stepping
into
the placeness of change