Threshold
the day you died
no rustle or ripple fills the space
traps me
between strikes of the struck bell
in silence after the coda fades
stranded like a drip of dew in morning heat
a dust mote in pale-beam’s flicker
before stars turn on their blinking lights
a place darkness grinds me down
- Marilyn Humbert 2021
Marilyn Humbert is a Sydney poet.
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