Cornered

From a tight space.

close up on corner in cell

Call it a threat––back against two walls, but some dream best from spaces like this. If I wanted to hide, I could walk in the open, but only from here can I bear witness to being, the intricate choreography of shadows, swinging between the arms of a branching angle. Turning from one wall into to the next, I find the other half of this shell, enough to negate the noise of a universe with its effusive unknowns, and hear, between breaths, the song of a single house finch. 

***

Inspired by, and using borrowed phrases from, the chapter “Corner” in Gaston Bachelard’s The Poetics of Space.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

2 thoughts on “Cornered”

    1. It is a beautiful, powerful book. I am so glad this piqued your interest, Ellie! : )

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: