there was no break
to tell where it began,
and where it began again.
Everything was always
beginning: even the rain
thinning out was a beginning,
the sun tugging on the curtain-
pull to signal the start
of our nightly theatre. The river
clears its throat over and over
again: the world, unfinished,
alive with rehearsal.
[LAG-other-response date=”04 21 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/04/eavesdropper/” title=”Via Negativa: Eavesdropper”]