• 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 cup’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.