Telescope black


Writer in the dark
Dappled by stars
Skin kissed moles
trace lifetimes of stories
across this wounded skin
Sifting sand through fingertips
The wind picks up the dance
Onto raven’s arms torn
Rent open the gaping sky
to peer into deeper black
Velvet, telescope black
The black that absorbs your heart
Stunned into a moment’s rest
A pause. The beat between the beat.
Before you ever so tenderly, gently, place it back in your chest
How could you ever be (beat) the same?
Having touched stillness?
Having seen the face of nothing?
Having finally been held? And seen?

Written in the plains outside of Boulder, Colorado

Nerd note: the black paint used in telescopes is so absorptive of light it’s almost beyond black…


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