The reordering in my head of
Those important reverberations
Upon opening into
Light, unexamined pathways
I begin to wonder
I might say
Wander toward, into a
Strange question:
Are your ponderings
The way a woman like you
Sensibly reflects,
Or are they a little daft?
Perhaps so.
But what do we know of
Beyond peril, of some kind of
Wholeness if
The spacings that
Shake off conventions
Don’t mean anything?
