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

become unbearable.

I was not looking at her fingers,
but I know where they were.

all the beautiful things might move.