Daily Poem: Encounter ~ Geraldine Hammond
Encounter
~ Geraldine Hammond
What cry was that
zeroed rose-color,
bending from great
distance, sudden
like a sun-spoke
straight
and curved to wrap me
in bright light,
blinding my breath?
You were there
and took my eyes deep,
drowning the surfaces
we swam in.
Am I freed or bound
by a cry that dives
back into silence?
Both.
Leda and the Swan
