Space
The space between
my invitation
and your reply
intense
invisible
so small, yet
stretching beyond the edges
of my universe.
my invitation
and your reply
intense
invisible
so small, yet
stretching beyond the edges
of my universe.
posted by Mary at 7:52 am
10 Comments:
Ohhhh. I know that silence.
oh my, so much in so little.
Amazing how many parts of that space carry meaning--the context, the size of it, what happens in it--and on the other side of it, a message has been conveyed...
poignant ... full ... pregnant with feeling and anticipation.
There is so much we can't know, can't control. It forces leaps of faith, either inner or outer! This is really a loaded little piece (nicely so).
I love that poem.
Oh. Ow. Like Sting says, "why would you want to put yourself through all that again?"
But we always do :-)
Thank you all.
Oh my. Absolutely.
so true. thanks for putting this gem out there for us to read and enjoy.
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