Missing Space



Just off the highway

the wall of the corrugated mini-mart

held artifacts of the just before now,

perfectly preserved and operational,

A few miles later

driving through the park

 her childhood summer was 

lost in a tangle of bramble and trees 

 her younger feet had

trampled over unseen

now enshrouding a river

water cycled many times 

salt to rain to lazy drift 

years and rivers separated

growing into no empty space

to race to the edge

and plunge in,



This entry was posted in All part of the process, capturing light, change, Found Art, Measuring Time and Space, mindworks, Of the Road and The River, poetry, summer, thinking in words, time travel and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Missing Space

  1. R says:

    I LOVE this

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