Two Poems
(PDF - April 2026)
KiteString
The way that wind lends tension to the kite string
this is how I am without you here and now,
in the narrowest of narrow spaces.
The way that sand is the mission and fate of stone
so am I scattered without you. Here and now,
in the middle of the broken night, only the stars are fixed.
Tonight the wasted, unreflective moon’s in flux
(as am I). Here and now, without you beside me,
there is no dark so cold, so deep.
this is how I am without you here and now,
in the narrowest of narrow spaces.
so am I scattered without you. Here and now,
in the middle of the broken night, only the stars are fixed.
(as am I). Here and now, without you beside me,
there is no dark so cold, so deep.
I’ve untied myself.
At long last
I have learned:
there is no such thing as rope;
(not even kitestring)