Someone has risen hurriedly, late
for Geometry, or an assignation
we really have to talk
left the chair angled away
from the comfortable line of the table,
left a gap as broad as the need
to understand how far he has wandered and why
the distance only widens as he pushes on
cleaving this empty wedge in his happiness.
This is only a theorem.
Charity Everitt is retired following a career in technical writing and engineering software design and development. Her poems appear in Lyrical Iowa, River Heron Review, Comstock Review, Concho River Review, and Sky Island Journal, among others, have been among finalists in contests at Common Ground Review and Rock,Paper,Poem, and Pushcart nom,inations.
