Summer Solstice by Cristina Saez
today the clock murmurs of spaces between that grow wider and wider.
we dreamed once that we stepped in unison, continuing long past the time when most would,
after years of dutiful plodding, lament or rebel their weary joke.
hands joined we stepped lightly as ever through a series of weather events.
it could have been two hundred years.
and then the clock rang at morning.
The missed connections for Columbus, OH always seemed like a place that I should find lots of poetry and creative writing (it’s one of the largest cities in the country, has major universities and cultural institutions, and lots of young-ish people…) but despite the high volume of messages, there is only one other piece that I published here two years ago. One can be a lonely number, so now there are two. Hopefully they get along.
