Magdalena Ball #44: Gap Junction

Gap Junction

Every year is another risk

when the gate opens

all things become possible

I wait here, at the rocky surf coast

bubbleweed below my feet

the breath of change on my neck

always this attempt to

connect across intercellular space

if only I could try harder

to bring it all into me

a motherly impulse

from way back when

resolving to resolve

this year, not to say no

because fear is a necklace inherited

waiting for the ball to drop

in this alternate naming system

is semantics only, a lexicon

the truth lies elsewhere

in that fragile space between
our delicate lies.