Erine Leigh

Thicket

Today I stood out in the strong morning sun
with my eyes closed
letting its laser’d beams
drill my third eye.
There were swirls just like the currents of a great river
pouring from a center of creation the opposite of a black hole.
A prism gulf washing over all, volcanic twists of colored light.
Another universe may be building, may spill forth to

replace this thicket of mistakes we call home.

Erine Leigh is a NH seacoast-based poet who is prone to writing about places, in particular the Isles of Shoals, but lately finds herself in new territory.

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