by Dale Forguson
A Corner Turned
In a moment fundamental
With breath abated
Too still to turn the page
The thought in stasis
Undefined, unknowable
Passes softly
Understanding withered in a glance
A moment’s indecision declined
And yet
I sit and wait
I wait quietly
I sit and wait
quietly for you
knowing you will not
Dale, my response is to think of all those times I long for the company of Calliope, or one of their sisters, to find that they’re all engaged elsewhere.
Perhaps you had someone mortal in mind.Report
Sometimes what I write is left intentionally ambiguous, incomplete until the reader gives it meaning. Even when we try to be precise, communication can be a fragile, elusive thing.Report