Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Shadow In Situ

winter-forest-night

what upright shadow in the forest speaks to me now in fogging whispers
what small smothering animal shivers beneath the tree’s icy bole
what terrible words does it tell itself of memory, of grudge, of recovery, and revenge

what time is it in the forest
when all creatures wait for the other to give way to sound
to reveal their hearts, first by beat, then by steaming sheen of blood on snow

who watches for us, in this coloring colorless noonday dim of Winter’s lingering perch
who will strike and show our skin to the world and declare
“All See! Know the Bareness of your Fallen master!”

There’s nothing to do but wait, hold still, breathe not at all, dream not too deep
and craft the warm words of next season,
a final never found reason
to continue bleeding inside, in circles, in situ

dictyocaulusvivparious in situ

3 comments:

BirdMadGirl said...

So love this...

"There’s nothing to do but wait, hold still, breathe not at all, dream not too deepand craft the warm words of next season, a final never found reasonto continue bleeding inside, in circles, in situ"

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mel said...

для нас это обычное время. зима.

Helskel said...

for us it is the usual time. winter.