So THAT’S Where The Rainbow Ends
Category Archives: The Liminal Times
Lines (Part 3)
Pierce the lens,
So I know
You know.
Even left handed
I trace the shape
Of your color.
Fill the shadow
Of your song.
I frame your face
in the glass of my one good eye,
where I picture you
almost picturing me.
Lines (Part 2)
They built the lines
measured, mapped, and marked—
straight as days are long.
But roots whisper old songs
and bones remember wind.
The sky was never a ceiling.
So we stretch—
bend where they said “stand,”
rise where they set weight.
The earth does not ask permission.
Frames splinter,
grids crack,
yet the sun still warms
what grows beyond them.
