- Lorraine Johnson
[118] The Knowing Curve
My heart beats and longs beyond its space
awaiting the presence of a grounding face
the knowing curve of my tea cups's ring
the warm embrace that belonging brings
I thought it close just the other day
but then it wandered farther away
the times of yesterday—
slipping through my cracked door
as the sun's rays try to fill the floor
and my heart leans forward seeking something more.