Reaping the rich harvest of last month's departure to the narrow road to the deep north of my memories, I continue my journey through August into the deeper interior that is always with me.
This image is what I looked out to every day of my childhood. It is an accurate portrayal of the hazy future that always tugged at me.
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just like that
a post-war ploughshare
in the flesh
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waning moon –
this failure to let go
of language
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spring creepers –
once again death swept
under the carpet
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only a hush this pervasive
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divine silence –
cross-hair of words strained
between stars
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unseasonal words –
earth becomes seized by
its climacteric
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the long silence –
tell-tale signs hand-palm
my meninges
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stillness
snatched from the beak
of a hummingbird
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with the wind
images of old friends
birds and clouds
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when I name it
what is it you see?
your absence
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last embers –
light swaying between
me and not-me
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winter ends –
I am slowly weathered
into whiteness
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preamble to a eulogy
preamble
to a eulogy
winter rain
::
win
ter
rain
a loss
of breath
in
when words
fail
::
out
of breath
i am
not i
cing
my hymn
of praise