Finally Living

A response to a poem written by a colleague, Said Dibinga, after a conversation we had.

when I grab a soul
spilled on paper,
I see black lines intersecting,
standing so close
they might as well kiss.
I climb up to their peaks
and slide down their arches,
searching for answers
I’m not sure I’ll find,
but then some link together
in such a way
that they form a horizon
I’ve never quite seen,
and in that instance,
I don’t feel the need
to explore anymore.

I have arrived.

-M. Sanchez


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