• Tricia D. Wagner

Give to Me a Name

Updated: Sep 11

Galaxies imagined my world, spinning

before one footprint pressed sands.

Look to the stars – there lies dreaming,

though none peer pack.

Minds pass me by the millions.

The air in my chest has swept thousands of shores.

Waves lapping my shins have touched every sunrise.

Faces, blank, create music—spheres ringing.

A rustling, an almost encounter, someone

almost speaking, almost brushing my cheek,

almost wings.

I look in the black and beyond the black,

waiting for, whispered,

the shape of my name.


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