This month’s theme: “Where I Am: Poems of Place”
11/23 • Middle of Nowhere • The Center of All Things
Half an hour by state route forty-five minutes by gravel road indeterminate distance by foot a river flows fed by snowmelt through the Olympics You are surrounded hemmed in by power that knows no human lord silent generations decaying where they fall plunged beneath moss like verdant buttercream Your bed will be laid ancient and deep before you arrive sand pulverized from bucking bronco boulders tumbling and grinding in the spring flood When you wake you will plunge your head beneath living waters All that day you will hear no human striving no planes will cross the sky of this prophecy and in your dominion you will know the love the Speaker has for the Spoken You will sleep all afternoon flat on your back over swift waters held unshakeable by a log greater than your arm span before climbing the waterfall unafraid in search of millipedes more colorful than reef fish ferns bursting with progeneration and the aroma of death remembering how to live again and again and again
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So many beautiful moment. I especially like:
"and in your dominion
you will know the love
the Speaker has
for the Spoken"
I feel deeply refreshed just reading this!