A possibility of getting away . . .
whether to or from. Words
as escape and restoration, both,
the means (or place) of finding
a still center, still, a plumb line
fashioned from that line of text,
or alternately a good sturdy paragraph
laid down into a temporary bridge
from shore to open water, ripples, drift,
impatient embarkation point for some
exultant odyssey, no land in sight,
or maybe a fine panoply of turrets
off on the horizon, shimmering
with silken banners, clarinets and horns.
Passages read, waterbound passages
to becoming demesnes—
contiguous and oh so far,
foreign and achingly familiar,
ours.
image: Getty Images, Noel Hendrickson
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