When I behold what you’ve been to me
I stand alone
far beneath this place
we’ve felt and known.
Where every bitter root leaves
its scar for the sky to feast on.
Pages and pages,
parched and weathered by time.
This wandering eye of vast white space
This laying aside of all my dreams.
My scattered voltage syntax
laying waste to my downward schemes.
But like the lonely star
that eats and starves for eternity,
my Heroine and I will surrender
to the universe.
Dear Reader,
This is our final moment
of denouement.
Deus Ex Machina
without a trap door
to greet us and
yet
in the leaves of this yellowed copy of Jane Eyre
a tree will rise to meet us.
-Patricia Gott
Patricia Gott is a denizen of Lake Superior who returned to her native state of Wisconsin because she pined for the open water and deciduous trees of her youth. Pat has taught English and creative writing at the University of WI- Stevens Point since 2002 and her poems have been published in Aqueous, Free Verse and the Mozie among other journals.