WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE: THE THIRD SPACE
THIRD SPACE INHABITANT
(A Sense of Place and Home) a prose poem
BY SUE BORGERSEN
A tongue, if it could, would speak in any language. For a fractioned being; parts
in different cultures, the past is another country. Unearthed, deep, distant. The
present is here, spoons banging on coffee cups. The heart knows how to
respond.
A body finds love. Love for a place and those who inhabit. No tongues or
language needed. The whole has segments. Composed of fragments. They are
the slivers of memories darting, dashing, seeking out, clashing and colliding
from place to place. Shifting. Settling, accepting nurture. Shining through this
space like the translucent damselfly. For now.
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25 | MAY 2017