i lay silent and hidden
beneath the veil
of an unknowing ravine
where width
swallows the length
of its yearning
and i come to you
on stationary wings
a static soliloquy
above towers of ivory
burning for meaning
as what is good and true
is stilled
beneath a blanket of blue
melting into the ink
of a cosmic quill
and i gird my belt
for the singular diaspora
as i pull our hearts
from the quotidian mire
lives afire
souls ablaze
with the strength
of love’s ways
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Photo: Manhattan