Soo Yeon Chun

I once caught a man with a net

That man,
he had a baby take shape:
chaos lurking
Between two happenstances.

Perhaps he was happy being stuck
In describing it, he never came close:
It’s like a hole, a no-man’s land,

And he realizes it’s better
If he leaves it unexplained,
& in that way, raw.
An epiphany? A lake’s resignation
Is what makes it glint.
So many openings,
But he wasn’t reaching.

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