Kate Godin
Feb 17, 20211 min
Updated: May 8, 2021
A compact capsule of feeling,
an expression that connects,
a resonance, a field,
a grateful, joyful, grieving
presence.
The suffering and the song.
The movement and the stillness.
The free verse, spare and full.
The flash of insight,
the silver strand,
the hidden pearl.
The line break,
the white space,
the characters clinging
together as words
whispering into the darkness.
A flicker of flame.
A knowing, a faith
that I am the poem.
Photo by Valerie Blanchett