for Gaston Bachelard

Not all the uninhabited canvases and caves
long for evidence

that you were there (Leroy.)
The world needs

safe-zones where collectible toys and naked bodies
don't end up disappointing 

those who still have hope,
those who would retain a bit of emptiness.

I like that book by the French philosopher 
about the egg

that shapes the nest,
the breath that shapes the lung that, in turn,

shapes the chest and the doorway.
(After decorating

the house, she leaves.)
Not every loom is burdened with a weaving

in progress.
There are no threads to pull,

no spool to tell 
them where they came from.

Author: Glen Armstrong

Photo: Peter Hermann on Unsplash

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