There is a Space by Mara Lemanis

There is a Space by Mara Lemanis

 

 

 

There is a Space

 

There is a space between

the first words planted

like a giant Sequoia

stiffening my heart

and the last words

whispered when mind

has scoured the heart.

There is a space between

the morning’s gaze

and night’s forgetting;

the songs of the air--

leaves murmuring to wind,

to birds, to rain

and the cries of the earth--

the chattering streets, the clang

of steel, the tractor’s grind.

There is a space between

the lucent marble of

a cheek at dawn

and creviced clay at dusk;

between a slave on bended knee

and a man freestanding at salute;

and there is space between

the fables my heart

pounds to truth

and tales that

clog my pump.

This space marks days

that hail my life

and what life rattles back at me.

These are the wages I pay time

and time redeems them

as my past and present

leak spaces into time

like lava cooling to obsidian

and pour me

to the edge

past space

where timelessness unfolds.

 

--Mara Lemanis

 

Images: 1) Space to Space, 2) Mind of Time

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