Pia Taavila-Borsheim, “Estrangement”

Tonight, the sky’s blue-black crease,
its rippling tides of thunder,
break into my sleep.

There’s more to this than sorrow,
more than the earth’s caverns
and craters can bear.

An amniotic caul stretches across
a vale of endless tears,
and we are rent.

Spillways, sluices flood
the countryside, send
all birds winging.

Nothing will hold, not even
green grasses, their roots,
nor the grasping trees.

 

 

 

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