Fragments
l.
The dust on the path has not transformed itself to anything but dust, no rain for weeks, the sun a magnifying glass peeling back my skin.
2.
Rain into dust, dust scours the air, the hem of earth begins to tear
3.
Now the sun is bright and the day good.
4.
Why does the turtle cross the road?
The rains have come, the grass is dewed, the ponds clean.
5.
Yes, I have visited many staircases in my lifetime
dissolving what should have been remembered and remembering what should have been dissolved.
| Copyright © 2013, 2023 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
I think the sparseness of the trekker’s thoughts adds to the impression of a full, but weary, mind. Anyway, that’s my own reading, drawn in to be out there on the trail with him.
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