can give rise to the unimaginably large.
And that means that somewhere there exists
a diamond the size of a planet
made from a cold, corroded star.
And also that the more precisely you know
where something is, the less you know
about where it’s going.
Or how fast. We reach for little hopes,
craneflies skating on the skin of life.
Hoping, each sunset, that where we are says
Josephine Shaw, London, UK
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Josephine Shaw was born in Wiltshire, has three daughters and lives in London. She has been writing all her life, mostly for herself, but after being invited onto the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry Summer School at Queens University Belfast last year, she is starting to share her work. Much of her poetry is about love, place and the meaning of memories.
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