
Matter
Whatever takes up space and has mass A wedge-shaped core of darkness A footprint on my skin, pressed from within Now and again we rise to the surface Suspended by slip-shift of wet particulate Our apparitions, the things you know us by Once at night beside the lake, an amniotic sea Beneath all is dark, spreading, unfathomably deep A distant shore sparked lights, we echoed Our apparitions are simply childish While ferry cleft the water without shatter A rise to the surface, what you see us by The drop, the deep, its mass may vary Like eyes meeting her own eyes, searching Love has small hands, a voracious mouth This self having shed its attachments was free Wait for the night boat to carry us over *Italicized lines are taken from Woolf’s To the Lighthouse
4 replies on “Matter”
While ferry cleft the water without shatter!!
Thanks, Suzanne!
This is so beautiful and mysterious, so at the core. Made me shiver. XO
The indented, italicized lines show us interiority and an answering, or coutering, voice. Very beautiful!