Absence

And in the absence of light

touch would do

She felt her way through shards

broken things amassed underfoot

Through the edges of roiling seas

crashed upon the shore

where the detritus of sojourns

to far off lands and happier endings

long fouled

shredded by gale

lay spoiling in the humid air

Her fingers found no revelation

only more and again the same

the shattered and the forgotten

She withdrew her hands

balled into fists she walked

She saw nothing

felt nothing

but the kiss of sea air and the exhilarating

unknown

In the absence of light

touch would do

In the absence of touch

she flew

 

- Corinne Simpson