Drifting Deeper
We've been there
the silence of reeds
all around us
We've been there
the silence of reeds
all around us
The scientist felt a pronounced need for something whole that used to be green
it is humans who nurture flowers with blade hands
pitted, laying long like a twig. And I think of God, of all things
She was only skin and bone,
and could not even swallow rice porridge
A crow breaks from the oak
canopy
I had listened to their Romani ćhib and coded slang from the borrowed van we’d made a home.
when I was a boy the side of a cardboard box
said my future daughter’s heart would be
the same shape as the little bouquet of her fist
“pay attention! look about!
all this precious plenitude
is headed for the drain.”
All we seem to grow are twigs!
They need sun.
Of course, they need sun.