Roger Allen Baut, Time Wave Zero
© Roger Allen Baut Used With Permission
In a Grey Space
We build the undoing
a layer at a time,
creating the predictable cycle
always begun with the word
first missed before misheard.
The fissure, so tiny, unnoticed
for being so deep below
the unrevealing surface, records
itself in the body's own register,
that adjustable timepiece
pulsing among the hidden
geographies. Like others you mine
the striations of freezing
and thawing, looking for clues,
how the patterns will open
out of winter's shimmery light.
The peaks come in waves
you can count on flat-lining.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for the One Shoot Sunday event at One Stop Poetry, where you'll find instructions for today's Picture Prompt Challenge using Roger Allen Baut's image above.
Go here to add your poem or flash fiction responding to the picture or to access the pieces from the many other contributors.