Spacious as a swallowing swell of sea
and me unanchored at its center,
engulfing as untethered vacuum, sling
of a tumble into black and out of orbit,
vast as an eroding hole
devouring homes, trees, streets from beneath,
expansive as words unwritten,
sentiments unpenned,
monumental as a question,
as the unfolding goliath What if?
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The heaviness of this poem reflects what a boggart is to us.
See, this poem makes me smile, but that’s because my little black cat is named Boggart.