Tuesday, September 20, 2011

This silt says

This silt says, there was a river here, once,
however far it has receded.
I walk the path and
today’s footprints dust over yesterday’s.
Last winter I carried anxiety in a little bag with me.
In June I considered wedding vows.
Today the sky is sapphire and my head is full of words,
everything and too much a poem.
At 4 pm each day the wind blows back down the canyon,
blows back whatever has been brought,
pushes back the skin of the water that pulses underneath.
One might imagine a droplet of water stands still for a moment –
then, driven by a force far greater than it,
rushes forward.

1 comment:

  1. Hi, Michelle,

    I don't know much about poetry, but I like this.