Ghosts before us
With thanks to Joseph Massey
And Lorine Niedecker
We dance as through a fog,
see only clearly
the fine lines of our hands
held before us
to keep the totality of our being
from falling into
misted loves,
to halt the dizzy immersion
into the felt but not yet seen.
Though our hearts call to them,
and our steps
long for the pathway
to their souls,
we make out only
the shadowy after-birth
of those we wish to fully love,
with each blind step
we lean toward
that which lies beyond
only to find our hopeful embrace
empties into mist,
leaves us fingering
the wispy residue of our longing.
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