I

Ink. Ink
on a brush
held by a hand
above me,
beyond me.
Then I am done.
Around me,
white field,
white sky
blending to one.
Where has
the wind gone?
And why is there
no horizon?
 
Sentry without
a shadow,
I lean a little
but I do not
topple.
To be here.
To be here
is enough.
To say more
would be to say
too much.
Armless, I raise
my arms
to heaven.

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Elizabeth Spires’s most recent collection is The Wave-Maker (2008). She teaches at Goucher College.

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