This new form of poetry — a single piece of plain paper,
Dimensionless, like a formless plain.
The silence and darkness coupled together
In exact and precarious balance.
I am afraid of something.
After awhile I cease looking and a quiet voice can’t restrain
A shout as I catch the significance of the words.
After what seems like a lifetime, my mind occupied
With thoughts, the moment arrives:
The words come to life and leap off the paper, aloft
With clarity. They speed along their trajectory
Like a train racing through a tunnel and burn
Their way into the unknown,
Which is always the most dangerous part.
(Jaqui Eicher, copyright 2018)