by Deborah Svatos
I am neither here nor anywhere,
seeking a place I belong
as I glissade
across Saturn’s halo rings
and sift through
silver luminescent strands
in every moonbeam,
my place undefined
in a world submerged
under vermillion flame.
I search vale and oasis,
desert and hamlet
for traces of what it means
to be alive,
imbue the contents of my heart
into
every breath,
every word,
every movement
in hopes that some part of me
will remain when
the storms have abated.
Everywhere I’ve been,
fragments of lives
I left behind
remain irrevocable,
haunting me when
the moon looms pensive
over quiet midnights,
my binding tie to what was.
My story’s always reaching an end
and each time
I grasp for something
to cling to,
always desperately hoping
that at last I’ll be safe
as the world falls to pieces again.