Where did you go?
a loose echo away
bouncing among the slip
and slide darkness
of starlight's stitches.

The whine of the wind
inaudible as your voice
tricks the scud
of scuttling clouds
with vapours of your memory.

The lost and found of you
everywhere, yet nowhere.
A slipped grip to find you
wallows in the grease of emptiness.
Hollow sheets, so bright and stark
even daylight shrinks away.

FIRE 22, p 50; Joanna Ashwell