“Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.”
Yehuda Amichai
Like roots of trees or masonry
in a wall, like fish gliding
through darkness, with just
our hands brushing against
each other’s skin. We could
have entered through doors
we kept locked, turning keys
gently, pulling on the knobs.
We could have stepped into
the hallway, wandered through
rooms of a large house, near
where green mountains loomed.
We could have sailed through air,
without words to drag us back to earth.
Steve Klepetar lives in the Berkshires in Massachusetts. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Recent collections include A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press) and Why Glass Shatters (One Sentence Chaps).
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