Issue 6:
Love
Lisa M. Zaran
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Water Wings
It's funny, how silence can be deafening.
How it can rush in, like water, and fill
a room. Answer its own reverberations
with a louder hush. A larger stillness.
You must know I've staked my time
and effort on this marriage. My whole
heart. My life expectancy. You must
know this.
It has always been our words, our movement,
our clarity of breath that has kept us,
somehow, connected. A safety line,
a buoy to swim toward. Water wings.
What recourse do I have if not,
at the very least, an argument, another
side. Something that tells me we are still
in it for the long haul. Something that tells
me we are not just gulping water, we're
gasping air.
~Lisa M. Zaran
A poet and essayist in Arizona, she is widely published, including: The Horsethief's Journal, The Dead Mule, Red Coral, Poet's Cut, Ygdrasil, King Log, Tintype Review, Black Dirt. Email.
© 2001 by Lisa M. Zaran. All Rights Reserved.
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This page updated April 24, 2002.