Less than Zero
White shadow reflected
through cast open portal.
Half circles connected by darkened light.
The time unexpected,
hours and minutes now mortal.
Computations: less than day, more than night.
Mirrored by stone and air,
reversed by the missed turning.
Witnessed by the journey: unbidden sight.
Bottomless and aware,
the catalyst is burning.
Attached to nothing. Gravity takes flight.
In response to Sue Vincent’s “Waiting” photo prompt this week, below.
I tend to fall back on the same poetic forms, so I’m going push myself more to sample a new one every now and then. Different numbers of syllables/lines/rhymes reflect words differently, and definitely sharpen the thought process. I couldn’t resist trying this one on account of the name: “kerf”. You can read about it here.