I wait, unable to proceed:
the interim
between here and neither

I’ve petals to be picked

an about-face looms
if time shall pass

unable to start, this cusp
lines finely the point of departure
to no return, to no avail

how I wish it would rain,
turn drizzle to pellets
to floods, wash over me

watch over me
someone anywhere

ensnarled: this space
within prayer

Chagall 2019