The dark spaces of the night sky
by Francie Lynch
Leave gaps of light, yet I see
The darkness reach down
Between us, like a chink,
Leaving a hole that allows
For entrance or escape.
There is this break in continuity,
Not a recess,
A lack of balance, a deficient area,
Like the hole in a hedge,
A military break,
A cavity in the denfense's alibi,
The distance between the lead runner
And the chasing pack.
I would like to believe
The opening is an intermission,
A respite from our intensity,
But the breach is a divide,
A rift of passage
Between two immoveable mountains
Where interludes move on
Between differences of attitude.