Words are exacting with
their imprecision. Capturing moods,
colors, but leaving
measurements and formulas out.
Words illustrate our world as
paintings use the human eye to capture low lighting
though the proportions are disjointed.
This is how the writing goes
painful and broken.
Without sacrifice there can’t be art.
Finding strength with my pen, lifting 10,000 pounds and
carrying it
through time and space.
So that someone too will feel
as viscerally as myself. Will know as intimately this condition
called life.
If only for that moment.
If only for that time we share
like two sets of lips pressed
to the same cup,
living that experience.
Amber Benbow 