Gaps

Gaps 
So much can grow in the gaps of things. 
—James Crews

Pauses, lulls, interludes
silence thickens    mind
softens and stills
Fissures and splits
open    chinks where light 
seeps through, startling
surprising
a new word, insight
or promontory

Sometimes whole,
A poem slips 
onto the page
or we see through
to what’s true