hands cupped beneath

the water wait,

like still bells hang

about to sound

the sky’s dark depths.


spaces open

where there were none

like hope rising

with a new moon

above the trees.


out of nothing

a shape’s contained;

out of nothing

a world’s remade.


(October 9, 2018)

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