the wobble, near wink, warp,
deep sockets ready to suck up time,
collide as inner eye, mind's eye
to see beyond sight,
for enlightenment,
a hole so black
even seers feel ripples, waves
to a gravity beyond day or tide,
pulling, rippling, stretching, shrinking –
an energy of two united as one spirit
spinning far from time
the mask falling away to no trick,
but treat, dark as black cherry.
© Lavinia Kumar
Lavinia Kumar has a new poetry book, The Celtic Fisherman’s Wife: A Druid Life, it can be found on Amazon (US & UK).
