BETWEEN THE LINES – V

Where to now
between hard lines
between unraveling threads
emptiness weaving
shimmying sheets of rain
there will always be
another rain
until the last.

People think
in simple lines
before and after
forward back
locked in
beloved narratives
progress
between the lines.

Familiar loops of nature
embedded deeply
gallop slide freeze melt
unrecognizably
creeping clinging
petty day to day mortals
mammoth finalities
signal the arrivals.

Ripping off masks
dancing naked
rivulets of sweat
the hot sun
O triumphant joy
back to normal
whatever that was or wasn’t
until the next.

Sweet sunshine birds
singing talking
gossip and omens
peering down at us
shaking kidding feathered heads
as we scrape the soil
as we buy and sell
birthing and dying.

 

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont. 6.20.21

 

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