anne.seebach.poetry

all that I know is shaped 
within 
the opalescent membrane 
of a looping 
colour-bleached bubble 

forever tethered 
to our collective —  
my tribe 

stretched to the widest 
of limited reach 
while shadow self 
whispers the way 

beyond translucent caul 
are shadows and light   
in constant play — 
never surely known 
except by the tales 
I’ve dreamt 
to myself 

today I ask, what shape 
my space, how wide? 

from in here 
can I truly know 
you, over there? 

can we trust all we know 
lands in truth?