digital photoart: ralph murre
The Space Between
by
Robert Nordstrom
The
hawk understands
in
its ascending arc
the
weight of the earth
and
the attachments she defends
but
the sky presents other problems
shifting
currents…directionless expanses
like
the space between your breasts
or
the dreamy glaze of your eyes
as
we ride these currents upward
tethered
to the occasional posture of desire
to
rise but not arrive
to
fall but never land
the
restless soul reaches for
release
that will not come
and so we turn
a
slight turn…barely perceptible
and
are embraced by
the
sacred monotony of breath itself
~
originally published in Peninsula
Pulse
