Divergence a Poem by Joan Pond
Divergence
by Joan Pond
He reads the tracks of my tires
in the snow.
Deciphering the hieroglyphs;
a simple acrostic of lines.
It’s nice to know I’m defined
by the pattern of my tread.
Inside, he said the writing on his wall
holds a pattern,
as stars in the galaxy.
He will make sense of this Babel,
while I stand by the door
wanting to leave.
How can I deceive him into thinking
I have somewhere else to be?
He had been my universe,
but that was long ago
and our orbits
no longer converge.
Copyright © 1998 by Joan Pond, All rights reserved
Contact Joan at boodles1@aol.com
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