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     A point 
         is where we are and when we are. Our past
    joins our future
         in our present. Two cones meet,
    apex to apex;
         beyond their bounds are stars
    we cannot see,
         horizons we will never cross,
    time’s regions
         that are always out of reach. Our hands
   clasp, then let go.
         What need is there to touch?

‘Lightcone’ first appeared in Allegro Poetry Issue 19 in December 2018.

About Marian

Originally from Zimbabwe, Marian Christie now lives in Southeast England. When not reading or writing poetry, she looks at the stars, puzzles over the laws of physics, listens to birdsong and crochets gifts for her grandchildren.

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