Chapter 16
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“Light, Breaking”

Book Excerpt: Almost Everything, Almost Nothing

Light, Breaking

Lavender lights the vineyard—
shadows purpling green, tendrils
just beginning to rise.

Your voice still in my heart,
I jog past the fence, the horses,
burnished with dawn.

Day lilies yawn and stretch,
hummingbirds nuzzling sweet centers
of honeysuckle, columbine.

Field furrowed, I shape my thoughts
into such precise rows, ignore
the twinge in my side.

You are ever at the edge
of my vision like a breeze rustling,
tapping the trees. A song

lifting to the clouds, spiraling
into nothingness.