Limned here bright
(stream of consciousness rapt threaded through)
Miré Regulus
–Even water has spaces in the wet
1.
Over and over again
scientists find/re-find that
there is the thing and then
there is the in-between
The scale diminishing finer and
finer/linked at the level the
universe is bound/together
remains as yet beyond
our ability to see
Where we meet/where
we begin in that unknown
blink we know/are pretty sure
there is an in-between
2.
Sometimes the wish is sugar aglow
to be landed in a puppy
pile of heart and intended/love
good chance of getting
elbowed in the eye
But to physicalize the thing
outside myself/beyond my
hoped-for place in it
I wonder why we think/
crabs in a bucket maybe/frogs
in a pot coming to the boil
just about now
3.
Other times the understanding
lands clean but simple
fairy lights on a strand
unshorn mill-sown pines along
Georgia back roads or
stitches in a seam
At first spy they land orderly/neat
as needed in mind’s eye
even as they quick-soon/react
in the real and envisioned
twitching and shifted by wind
misaligned by the mess
of the body in the cloth
4.
To live in it as feeling
is compelling/as in compulsion
cultivating the desire of it
into connection in the small
and small/est pivots
Otherwise
we attempt to conjure it
as grand gesture
joining/release/rejoining
calling the seventh wave in
as calming unifier
The roar of team fandom
affinity of the skin
blessed and tolerated holidays/both
in practiced habit and reclaimed
as means to re-make/re-
solve the breaking world
5.
Call it in as collection
gathering close/souls
and familiars
while crumbling ourselves our
edges holding onto our own/ways
in these days I fight to hold on
to those around me
as I sense that maybe I’m losing
hold of my own damn self
Don’t fault us in our acute forgetfulness
don’t trust the flimsy offering of the easy way
cheap toys break fast
into/up and through
the in-betweens are where this
clinging magic heaves up
The infinite space in the infinitesimal
potentialed fractured edges/unrecognized
as comforts to us