The Hollow of Time




 The Hollow of Time

 
 

Tree roots line the way

like columns of ribs,

as if a body lies unformed.

The shadows of branches

lie much the same.

The sun is cold and bright.

So much more flows

along this path,

unbidden.

Messages fly --

seeking memory.

Such as it is --

not enough simply

to walk or look for

moss on ledges.

So much more flows,

yet birds still sing.

 

Meg Smith

 

Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poetry has appeared or has been accepted to The Cafe Review, Star*Line, Illumen, Pudding, Dreams & Nightmares, and more. 

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