That I might step
by Laurie Sheck
Then I came to a peace so random it felt dangerous.
Rough battlefield, expectancy, most tenuous and fragile contract,
How can I step with threadbare tenderness
Across the zero hour of each strike and batter?
Why do we live in time? - its edges crumbling, its contours filling with monuments,
Hard data. But there is a very plain in things that sometimes comes
Just calmly. It holds no trade routes, no borders fortressed, guarded.
That I may briefly touch it. That I might step into the curious
Despite -
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