small space

Here is a poem for New Years Day.

I wrote it in Fibonacci form, and I write most of my poems in the rhythm of the Fibonacci sequence.

I love the shape of the graphed numbers of the Fibonacci sequence (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21...), a swirl you can find in a conch shell by the sea, a pine cone in the woods, or a sunflower.

I hope we can find and nurture the small spaces between us in 2020.

Small Space

They

stood

closely,

side by side.

She reached out for him

and took his hand inside of hers.

Their fingers intertwined and their palms made a small space.

This space was warm in the midst of the deep snow that covered the frozen ground of Point Hope,

was warm against the icy wind that blew off the rocking waters of the Chukchi Sea.

“Life is in these small spaces between us,” she whispered.

They stood quietly hand in hand,

holding the small space

between them

holding

warm 

hands.

- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2020