On this day I unlaced my roots
let eyes shed their need
tears guild my touch / guide my touch

ripe moments
thought not enough
are enough

my sighs extend the autumn breeze
lift what is left
shift the weight of unspoken meaning

expecting / you



I hate hidden / hate
hidden / miss the lost

slender surprise / the silver trumpet assembles
our single strands dance into place on circular needles


so / this day breathes
and tomorrow
embryonic / fetal / sleeping

Poem and image by Jo Mariner