Laura Kasischke __________ Space, between humans & gods The day en route to darkness. The guillotine on the way to the neck. The train to nudity. The bus to being alone. The main-and-mast and the thousand oars, the thousand hands. And the ship sailing on toward the glory and the gone. And you, too, my beautiful one, having outgrown another pair of shoes tossing them into the box we’ve named Goodwill. And then the donkey ride to Bethlehem. The long slow process of boarding the plane. And my father ringing the bell for the nurse in the night, and then not even the bell. Ringing the quiet. Waiting in the silence as she travels toward him across it wearing her white.