THERE AND BACK AGAIN
Tracing the skin on an oblique plot, slowly the
Field of memory pops. Even the shadowed and
Veiled, windows on the map. And yellow
Aspen mandalas, spinning tops to orient us?
The bluff, microscopic, lumbering across a
Sample plate? Through receding puddle rings
Over alien mud shingles, you return to the
Daily fix: the tear, the puncture, the cover-up
The crop. Marks adorn and bind us to the picture
Are we journeying back or anchored toward?
Snowflakes falling in a silent story? Constellations
Groping through murky atmosphere? A tree's
Silhouette each year slightly changeable? A
Stranger form from barely escaping, more
Beautiful the light
JENNIFER PILCH,2006
2 comments:
A photo of your sister allegedly; unfocused close-up of a banana actually, should have sent a warning of what your poems of the future would present.
Curiouser & curiouser!
Alex Hirsch Here. I know Jenny Pilch. She's cool.
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