Pre-light
These things lie
half-finished
In the spot where
they began,
Where they jumpstarted,
imagined
Something unique,
dreamed anew.
We build a stage
for our modestness,
Our claims to be
something greater.
We watch the stairs
climb backwards
Into the green
days of youth.
These humble
reflections drawn on air.
Can you peel the
shades back that far?
We can walk where
the moon swirls
Equidistant to her
stars, pre-light,
Flickering in
circles of memories.
We can’t hide ourselves
away forever.
Our feelings lay
stripped out and bare,
Our bodies there
for the crossing.
We stare into the
light of the horizon,
Daring the world
to swallow us whole.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 28, 2020
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