“Cross Fire,” by Joseph Ceravolo
This is the second day without anyone.
I am chinning against a dark sky
to strengthen my arms.
A picture of everyone I love passes through me.
No clear light streams thru this cell.
There’s no dawn.
What have I gained
by lying in this abyss,
waiting for the masonry
to show a little slit
for my soul to get through?
Anna Von Hausswolff, “Track of Time”