We are cognizant
of the black hole
at the heart of all

yet our love
feels like an orbit;
slow and elliptical
around a private sun.

I, male, seem flighty
as though driven
by the panic of

While you, the woman,
sufficiently immune
to the shadows
of destruction,

are committed to
the growth of an Eden
come what may;
day or night.

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Azrul Aziz

About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany).  Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.