Space Between Solids

1. Burgeoning

It comes out of her like some
face from the woodwork
Curved and
Indelicate

These are figures in bas relief
undecided and non-dimensional
Rich and
Irrelevant.

She is among them, another
landmass of raised ridges
Bland but
Intelligent.

2. Stymied

This is not a precipice
That she will ply with value
When the
tick of the summer storm
is choked into a
crackling crawl
the leaves rust colored, the
cold thumbing at her collar
She will find cause to
raise her chin and
look down the bridge
of a reddened nose
She will
form her lips around
lashing prose
but until then, her worth is
determined
by a will
to stay
alone.

3. Transition

Art falls from the nails
On the gallery walls
It’s a small thing
their frames
embrace fissures like
change.
Which emerges in
Infinite numbers of
ways.

4. Blight

The canon sounds at dawn
She wept
He thought she meant
The church-bells
so when the morning crept
with cold
he went
world muffled by a shell
of ice
that crunched underfoot.
He tipped his hat and
slid
into the heart
to tilt his chin
skyward
and maybe listen.
But instead
of a soft tingle
heaven-song
forgiveness
his ears were hit
the air was split
by a thunderous rip
A gleeful
gallant
grueling
omen.
And he closed
his eyes and whispered
Oh
right.
This is our religion.

5. Fruition

Four legs
of coffee claim
sides
of his mug
Those dregs
drove him to drink
and then
when reached
Abruptly stopped

He tips the rim beneath
His nose
His eyes two almonds
Smoked
And when he
Sanctifies
her name
to the breeze
That’s when she knows.