Stumble

Time and space
shift shape again,
and I must adopt
code more dense —
or risk letting you in
on these secrets.

Suspend and magnify
a moment
of being pulled
in two directions,
and still too scared
to look straight
at the sun.

These inches between
are electric,
and you would never let me
try the dangerous passage.
But this wanting is a habit,
and I don’t care to break.

The words you choose
skip across the surface
of intention, then sink
into the honeyed water —
ripples spread slow
and thrum like bees
that seek this unfolding.

(And you know how
we makers of the hidden
see the deeper
in everything.)

I am mesmerized
by the movement
of my feet.
Time jumps up.
And before I know it,
spring is upon us —
with all its ache
and yearning.

Back home,
kick off the Cinderella shoes
you gave me.
Fingertip brushes weathered keys
in invocation.
Grab my favorite shirt
off a ladderback chair —
my elbows exposed,
and the buttons long lost.
Somehow it smells like you.
And I can’t give it up either.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

2 responses to “Stumble”

  1. ruepoetry says :

    (And you know how
    we makers of the hidden
    see the deeper
    in everything.)

    I am mesmerized
    by the movement
    of my feet.

    I love lines like this interspersed into poems, they breathe such life into all that floats around them. There’s such a someone-ness about them, if that makes sense, and for me that’s what makes poetry of any kind compelling…like a good conversation, you leave with a sense of who the person is…between the lines, even.

  2. Emily says :

    Thank you so much for your kind comments.

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