Close Encounter Poem by Malcolm Evison
Close Encounter
That day you found
time’s precipice
and never faltered –
to plunge beyond
or else traverse
the tremulous ridge path –
each spelt out welcome
each a warm retreat.
The beckoning remembrance
of worlds created
by the mind and sense –
the wraiths in combat, those
still present
and others already
moved on.
That day you breathed
time’s fall, and fell back
wreathed in living hours.
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