This Space

By Justine C. Tajonera


This space
in my head is
a box,
a small one
filled with mementos
my mother
left.
This space
is a room
with a view
of the piazza
San Marco.
This space
is as big
as our wedding
feast in 2005.
This space
is as wide
as the kingdom
of our
shared dreams,
draped in grand
gestures and
ambitious
hopes.
This space
returns to
the distance
between us
when we
fall asleep,
the length
and breadth
of our own dreaming
son.
This space
is the sacred
boundary
where I
stand guard
over who
you are
and share
who
I am.

For Vier