Imaginary Rope Poem by Carolyn D. Wright

The visitor woke early as visitors are often

curious as to what will happen next

in the house of the host a white cat stalks

the low rock wall the room is just so

the visitor has slept as if inside a flower

there is a sense of having crossed

over an unhurried river where there was

a drawbridge but no operator and the undulant

grasses on the opposite bank emulate

the whish of a sleep application that could be

the rhythmic wash of rain or of some sinister

approach or the strain of an unutterable

weight from a swinging line of hemp