• dive

    Dive In the stillness between the blood’s pulses the faint cry of the despondent heart can be heard above the covering chatter of determined cheerfulness. Busy schedules fill the gaps in between. But the sleepless dark peels back pretence with a surgeon’s precision. What will you discover in your open chest? Perhaps treasure, Once you face the emptiness, and delve deep enough in the echoing chambers. Maura McHugh