Global Concerns


It is there:
Between one tick of the minute
And the next.
Hidden in the gap between two heartbeats.
The constant drought of the mouth.
The redundant water of the eyes.
The flooding of the blood
And the earthquake of thoughts.
It’s there –
Between the knuckles
Inside the fragile fist.
The curve of the armpit
And the bluish veins
Throbbing under translucent skin.
Between one eyelash and the other.
A web of presence
Better than morning coffee.



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