To Not Name Fear

by K. P. Aldrich

I love how no thing
is perfectly beautiful,
and that where there is light
there also must be darkness.
I am drawn toward
voids and liminal spaces,
to the contradiction that is ‘nothing,’
to the vastness of the sea.
I dwell on the subjective nature of time,
and ache to travel where some dare not go.
I linger on dangerous questions,
on what we do not yet know.
I finger the seams, and turn my ear
toward the dissonance.
But I do not look for fear, out of deference.