Six Times

She wasn’t giving up.

Six Times

Six times, she walked across the bridge of reason
And each time felt the lancing of her heart;

Where waking stretched into a foreign season
With lies, and worlds, and enmities apart

Six times, the antiphons she sought were lacking
But each time she, determined as before:

Shook off her thoughts of portmanteau unpacking
Or setting tired shoes
Beside the door