Townsend Lane

At the end of the topmost branch our precipice awaits
Swaying with the music of the wind
These clouds passing by would surely catch us
Already we have lain among them and watched the world.
We didn’t walk the path below—we created it
And found magic breathing on the other side
A place where ropes frayed and branches snapped
We were caught hard by the ground whenever the clouds weren’t there
And mostly the sky was clear.
The night shone through as a morse code message from beyond
Simple to read but impossible to follow
So we waited in the branches, looking up until we understood
And even now we’re waiting.
Swing out over the precipice and dream of letting go
Of feeling what we’ve all seen waiting beyond the edge
Perhaps it is there that the stars will finish their story.

Image by John Collins from Pixabay

P.S. Thank you so much to everyone for 300 follows. I appreciate the support more than I can put in words, so I’ll just keep writing poems and hope the message comes across (:

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    1. Thank you so much (: I have a vague feeling about what I think it’s supposed to mean–but I’m sure others might have different interpretations! For me it’s the end of whatever time “we” in the poem spent looking at the stars, trying to gather some meaning from them.

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      1. You’re welcome! I especially think Jules Verne is right up your alley. He was a French sci-fi writer influenced by Poe, and in the same century. He wrote fiction, not poetry, if that’s okay with you.

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