from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (31)

in the interim silence

he waited

as if the inevitable

were inevitable

.

this ritual opened a space

easy enough

to occupy because expected

even allowed

.

he could feel safe

for the time it took

to take 

what bit of dominion

was left to him

what scrap of language

he cold manifest

as a disguise

(February 24, 2020)