Dots
In my fingering of this cliff edge
When dusk turns to darkness
A corner turns my being and I
Lose nerve.
In my reading, the scanning and gripping,
New pages but I suddenly see your name,
Quotations hugging a sentence
I’ve already loved,
A name I’ve already trusted,
And I sigh in relief.
I am following a path,
I am tracing a charted way,
I am not alone,
And in the reading and the writing
Shapes are forming.
Like a connect the dots array,
Long lengths between numbers,
Oh what a joy to see you,
A familiar face I’ve not seen, a sign,
Just when my hands were slipping.
Wide Places 