Trespasses

Trespasses

   Among small things there are no boundaries
   Not the sparrow, but the spot the sparrrow leaves
   Between the shaking limb, the sunlight and the trees

   Beetles discard themselves as husks
   Even galaxies pass right through one another
   Not us, not we middle beings

   We own and occupy, stack stones at borders
   We find what we lack everywhere and lack
   Everything we find, wanting everything

   I wait until you are asleep and warm
   To touch your hip, and voice your name
   To ascertain whether you are there--or only I remain

Gary Sledge

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