Saturday, May 12, 2007


Sometimes I imagine falling.
I reach out
my hands outstretched
feeling nothing but air
but in my head
the gladness of being
half way between
one state
and the next.
A forbidden transition.

Would I light up?
Maybe my beam of energy
would be so intense
and narrow
I could cut paper
or glass:
a searing line
adhering what I am now
to what I was then.


Blogger Jan said...

This made me shiver, Clare, because it is SO lovely.

Sat May 12, 07:43:00 am  
Blogger Douglas said...

A sunbeam, a sunbeam, Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but I wish I were a little more focused...

Sun May 13, 03:05:00 am  
Blogger Marly Youmans said...

Glass! Corning glass, right? I look forward to seeing it!

Tue May 15, 06:33:00 pm  

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