In a Grey Space (Poem)

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
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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.