suspended

I had grasped God’s garment in the void

but my hand slipped

on the rich silk of it.

The ‘everlasting arms’ my sister loved to remember

must have upheld my leaden weight

from falling, even so,

for though I claw at empty air and feel

nothing, no embrace,

I have not plummetted.

-Denise Levertov, Selected Poems

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