Candlewood

We go into the dark and the dark opens.
Boats tipped with light and moon on the water.
There is no difference between the tree and the shadow
of the tree,
There is no space between light and the wave coming
shoreward,
No break between the voice and the word.
There is no difference between your breath and your
dear life.
There is no end of you.

— Miriam Levine, author of The Dark Opens

T. S. Poetry

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