Poem by Thade Correa

Photo by Vincent Ciaccio



Tonight

In the space beyond thought,
beyond these words,
our truest life exists.

Tonight we are standing
on a precipice, ashes in our mouths.
We wanted summer and the summer is gone.

One or two stars in the empty night.
All around us, questions spring up
like rootless trees, sting like autumn rain.

You and I believe in the possible,
that this journey has no beginning or end
and once more, tonight, this seems
to be all that matters.