Today the weather brings to mind
the nature of the curved line,
the many ways
we measure time,
the drawing of a deep breath,
the shape of the sail
just before
another holy exhale.
And there, an aperture
begins, the signature
reminder the body is at home
and beginnings
and endings are the same
as a nonce form,
or a summer storm
or even a season being born—
not an erasure but
a departure from the norm.
—Wendy Videlock
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