A THIN LINE THAT DAWNS
( for Marion )

The Future a landscape I
needs must

travel through to
understand the moment and

what it brings
what I can take from it

what I can take it
to.

This the Loveless Land
that has to be

known and
left behind.

Here, Loneliness
rears up

sheer, impassable

now a cliff face
now a chasm.

I journey to a me
I am

yet to be

who knows this time
as a past

she has travelled through
and arrived at a self

fashioned from
a certain sadness

the what's gone wrong
the what's gone is gone.

Happiness that
constant construct

we create and
re-create

so that a self
emerges even from a grief

and that this present loss
is now but a place on a map

an X that
marks a spot

treasure being
the understanding

that I own
I an emotional alchemist

turning loss to gold

to make me
the me I am

the horizon
a thin line

that dawns