Lost in Translation

Meaning-makers in transit.

clouds in blur

It wasn’t like each word was a moving train on schedule to a given destination, the challenge a matter of timing the jump. We thought our losses happened in our leaps from one to the next, like keys falling from sideways pockets.

But words themselves were the vessels, and they held their own gaps within them, and us too, but only tentatively, like so much loose change. So we were always falling out, into sky.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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