balancing this precarious pitch

i straddle the hips 

of meaning

a fine-line granite march

as a black racer 

slumbers in the dark well 

where wisdom comes 

to dip her toes

horizon exists on both sides

of the dividing line

only sky is unified

for man

even the spiritual 

becomes conditional

and i fly


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Long stone wall overlooking lake in Middlebury, CT

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