Take Me to the Thin Places

A brand new, exclusive to Substack poem

Photo by Marko Blažević on Unsplash

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Recently I heard someone say that December is for dreaming, and I must agree that this month, suspended in between all that has come before and a brand new year, is a liminal space that feels ripe with chances to ponder the possibilities that the dark provides. Like soil waiting for seeds, these last days before the Winter Solstice feel quite thin. The veil between what we see and what we sense feels especially fluid at this time, and I’m grateful for the gap.

The untitled poem below is inspired by a number of walks I’ve taken in the evenings the last couple of weeks.