Tuesday, July 31, 2007

On these black roads, in the dark hours


On these black roads, in the dark hours

as we try to reach home the wild

animals are there again, with their caught

eyes & their fur not yet touched

& I think this life after all has been

a series of rough collisions

all startled fur, all muscle

stretched for a last great bounding leap

& I think this life after all has been

ringed by so many witnesses

the great eyes staring

& this transparent wing, grief

like a question, that slammed meat

against the wind

shield, oh this damaged clarity

reaching toward us, not quite breaking through


At August 01, 2007 4:29 AM , Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Another one that made me just. Stop.

I really like, although am getting ready for work and have no thoughtful brain cells awake yet...

Thanks, for stopping me.

At August 01, 2007 8:50 AM , Blogger MB said...

Bloody marvelous.

At October 16, 2007 9:19 AM , Anonymous marlyat2 said...

A Bible verse really clanged on my ear with this one and made a pleasing and uneasy resonance: "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us," Hebrews.

I like this one, jarvenpa.


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