transit...

Sometimes
I think
that my whole life
has been
advancing
towards a moment where
I walk into a room
and see
an insect flinging itself
against a window pane
trying to get out
and I help it.
Life is that big
and that small
that full
and that empty
it is delicious
even when it is not...

Lucy Meskill

enkindled...

Weaning myself
of the usual darkness,
insuperable and unkind.
Un-practicing sadness
like a tree-chained dog
now able to unwind.
The quicksand, slip-step
into pea soup party light,
is the road which I un-travel
up this path from endless night.


Lucy mMskill