It is not the sturdy
wooden beams
that raise
the house
aloft
that I study
but instead
the rotting
wooden plank
still dark
and wet
that has
washed ashore
alone
that will hold
my attention
forever
It is not the sturdy
wooden beams
that raise
the house
aloft
that I study
but instead
the rotting
wooden plank
still dark
and wet
that has
washed ashore
alone
that will hold
my attention
forever
I know we are creek people. Thirsty& waiting. We are a family that uses fire. We are tender. That does not mean we are hopeless. Darren […]
They both came back unanswered: my letter to an old friend, the egret in the cattails. Flat, brown-tinged, unstirred water– silent as in past years. […]