Towards Sunset by Kelle Grace Gaddi

Towards Sunset

I am concave today

sunken in the hollow

Missing hangs empty

in the heart space

Hope’s light could be lifting,

if it weren’t exposing

We were children once

clipped out of ruled paper,

hands gripped tightly,

sisters of a sort

until time, alleged healer,

severed our common

We had laughter in summer,

a wholeness like the sun, it

as a fresh cantaloupe split,

the juicy of the living,

two halves bursting with seeds

We gangly girls dangling

in the Evergreens

Our feet ahead of themselves

running toward sunset,

ever present in our skin, as yet

unable to imagine the end