Cutting Board for the Universe

Through rounded windows
grace rolls over. It is good

to be below ground until
you are not, drawing room

from funneled light to rest
upon this ledge & feel safe.

Having learned to push
our way through tunnels,

this incision’s silhouette riffs
pockets of air. There are days

when we are spared, when the color
of sky doesn’t change, only darkens.

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