Jennifer Gnisci, Contributor to Moving, For You: A Tribute to Empathy
Neptune’s Course
I stand in the middle of myself
as Neptune courses its cosmic heels in reverse,
immune to my longing to sustain impossible fantasy.
It swoops in, barreling me with old lovers
unsent letters and humility to boot.
As layers of illusion peel from my eyes,
I’m alone again with the woman I was
before and after you.
From the sky I’m falling sideways wild
If I wasn’t mourning I’d think I was dancing.
Freedom courses my source
as I untangle from your loose noose
those wounds and ghosts that bear not my name.
Here I am breaking glass on pavement
I need to feel something of my own again
My name undulates and unfolds in imminent deluge
setting funeral pyres to the containment of your dam.
The dream I painted of us chips, cracks…we are crumbling
It’s time again to be a warrior.
Calligraphy by Amorosa5