from film: Two for the Seesaw
Fulcrum
by Albert DeGenova
The clock above the
kitchen sink
ticks the distance
between us –
motionless black
coffee
reflects nothing
the table is too wide
to reach the sugar
myself, it is
disappointment
the black hour, the
negative
end of
balanced, this dark
weight
is too heavy, pass
the sugar over the
fulcrum
of this moment, a hand
on a knee, lean in
and out, we are
the up and down
the tick the tock
and all the hours in
between.
~ previously published
in The Blueing Hours
