Inside me Where
———– is the inside, ninety-nine percent
——————————————————-—empty
space If I were
to see
If I were past
——————————the thought
of me—a river’s edge, a trace
———–defusing endlessly into the un
between atoms What
can I whisper to myself
———–of distance of
———–longing humming between
a humming
————————————————————-Do I never touch you
then—you, an emptying
——————————————reaching
through what is as still as
eye of heart, as my eye-
——————————heart, as if
I were and we gods
of all these
———–merciful regions
Kathryn Knight Sonntag is the author of The Tree at the Center (By Common Consent). Her poems appear most recently in Colorado Review, Four Way Review, Rock & Sling, Leavings, and Ethel. She works as a landscape architect in Salt Lake City.
