A space

A space, more oblong than square, with fine border lines
waiting for a definition between the vagueness of distance
- to be crossed – and the clarity of staying.

There is no smell of sea, no rumor of rivers;
but there are birds singing and horses calling
other horses that graze, from time to time
drifting by as naturally as the breeze.

There are dogs barking, somewhere, and I’m pretty sure
that there are bees, oblivious to any subtleties of pens
poised above hidden meanings of flowers.

Eyes fall upon this blankness in cascade –
and, like globules of some intent much too brief,
visions evaporate and vanish as soon as they touch
the surface, much too hard, much too dry, much too hot.

Consumed, this space, by a poem; perhaps a whole story
unseen, unwritten, yet run by and through me like a fever;
this fever, untold, consuming me, today…

-- © 2008 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®