I’ve fallen- for this benign feeling-
offered when I reach up.
like I’m floating in that vast expanse
of light embraced-
sit with me-
tell me of the worlds- outside my sights,
then take my soul up
to the highest heights.
I rather do like the dashes that color Emily Dickinson’s poems. S once again, I’ll sort of borrow from today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words.” However I do think this is very much my poem. Just full of dashes. Happy Easter!