Way Into the Unknown

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)

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