Aviva Englander Cristy: Want for Absence
Your body, another earthquake, the summary of a shift in ground. I must hone
attention, rivet the focus and plant a beacon. Your city is the moment of stillness,
the flat earth marked at its center. I cry so easily. I must not confuse lack for
desire, want for absence. In one inclination to landscape, my tears valley, my
abundance sorrows. Each breath of salted spray is the warmth of a tropical
winter. These are hands that steady ground, feet that fear it. I have fled past this
shelter again and again. Tonight I am shaken to standing and run.