rereading paige ackerson-kiely
on the airplane back to edmonton
if this delay were darkness,
it would never dawn. a series of delays,
which in the end, make up
a single wait.
a star would not abandon.
air & dust combine into immediate creation:
a baby, a magazine, plastic tumbler of gin.
books become unreadable; small bricks.
my whole life on this solid earth
& four hours more, the ground
I was not looking at her fingers,
but I know where they were.
all the beautiful things might move.