Often as I read or write

a poem, my mind wanders

unable to track the line

across the page, or leap 

with a dancer’s grace, as

the line breaks a short hop

down the page. I drop, lost, 

between the melted words 

as if in an antarctic crevasse.

The whiteness widens, and 

I fall through my thoughts

randomly cracking my head

on a word which spins me

along a tangental arc

deep into the uncharted dark.

(November 21, 2021)

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