Negative Space

it is quiet here tonight.

the moon casts long shadows,

hanging like an angry eye

above the sky.

the long lean fingers of winter

point heavenward

as though in prayer.

 

and I have this place memorized

this open space of longing

stretched thin into a sharpness

that is neither bitter

nor pure.

 

I am not need, I am

desire.

soon winter will be melted

and plunge full on as spring

and I will be quiet again

and sure with watchful eyes . . .

 

Added 10/07/13

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