Finding Space – a poem by Arvilla Fee

Finding Space

on days when noises
fly in my face
like a murder of crows,
cawing and squawking,

when movements
flash around me,
disco balls slicing
every optic nerve,

when a touch
feels like spider webs,
and I propel both arms
in windmill defense,

I want to float,
to curve my body
like a spoon
against the dark side

of the slivered moon,
take measured breaths,
explore the silence
like one explores

the space left
by a pulled tooth,
close my eyes,
and drift into the abyss.

Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio with her family. Her passions are writing, photography, and traveling. Arvilla’s works have been widely published in both national and international presses, including Tipton Poetry Journal, October Hill Magazine, Rye Whiskey Review, Snakeskin, Rat’s Ass Review and others. Her two published poetry books: The Human Side and This is Life can be found on Amazon. Her third poetry book is Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces. To learn more, visit her website: https://www.soulpoetry7.com