What we can almost touch
There are no footsteps.
No one will come.
. (Kate Rhodes.)
Before, I was afraid
of everything that might
be hidden in the dark.
I always feared I’d stumble
upon truth: Something
the night would fail to hide -
a pattern that might half reveal
the distance measured between breaths,
between the birth and death of stars
as nothing – as the space
between two standing waves
upon an empty sea.
Before I died, I was afraid
I would become a knowing part
of that eternal night.
(We always fear what we can
almost touch – and we become part
of the dreams that we abandoned.)