The line of words

The line of words
is a fibre optic, flexible as wire.

It illuminates the path
just before its fragile tip.

The line of words
fingers your own heart.

It invades arteries
and enters the heart
on a flood of breath.

The line of words
waits, still, hushed, pointed,
with longing.

Feeling for something
it knows not what.

The line of words
feels for cracks in the firmament.

Maybe later
you can guess at what they mean.

Right now
your job is to hold your breath.

A little Annie Dillard inspiration this week.

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake.