Reach

i fall away 

in pieces,

haphazard moments

gathered like soft locks

sliding through your hands.

.

and the moon plunges

into the bodice of the sea,

whose undulating neckline

combs past and future 

from intertidal stones.

.

i understand 

how much there is

that i do not know,

but do not feel 

what i need to learn.

.

yet i breathe 

as the tide 

finds fissures 

where light 

has not yet reached.

poised at the edge

of the surf’s relentlessly,

kneading, flickering edge,

i am brought closer to

un-knowing. 

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017
 


8 thoughts on “Reach

  1. When I am free to “unknow,” my prison door opens and I can walk into the sunlight and begin to know, perhaps for the first time, who I am. Thank you for your post and the thoughts it stimulated. Ray

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