Tag Archives: temporality

index i.

index i.

 

to lay claim

 

 

one thousand entrance points

to the honeycombed wood

upright, in the sand, now

that the green rind

has died

 

 

 

a hallowed question—

what keeps us here?

flat roots

 

 

build a fence to mitigate

extreme area

 

 

even one millimeter of movement

the sand grains

 

over time, the foothold

undermined

 

 

*

 

through latillas–

face to the gap

air pushes through

vigor

of a secret

 

 

the barrier eternal

with an open place

 

remember this

 

 

 

*

stereoscopic

sand

sage

barbed

wire

 

a new house, empty

a dry willow

North

 

(it was days ago, I think—

 

five coyotes

purposeful,

paranoid

 

 

 

*

 

we may take our relationships

too seriously—

 

a jet flies overhead,

mundane,

detached, landless.

 

 

a whirling

whirligig,

air through the honeycomb,

 

or voices,

of thousands

who were here and wait.

 

 

 

*

cholla remnant

pulled from a trail

at high elevation, black

and wet with snow.

 

bones’ latent vigor–

decoration, an oddity

 

 

 

 

Note: latillas—are what we call fencing which are cut from young trees, here in New Mexico, with the bark left on the pole. They provide a textured fence line with an uneven skyline.They are all different heights and not perfectly straight. But, they are truly enjoyable to poets and New Mexicans.

A cholla is an upright, narrow cactus that grows throughout New Mexico and produces beautiful waxy flowers (cacti throw forth waxy, bright yellow or fuscia flowers). When the cholla cactus dessicates, the remaining material is woody, and hollow, with a honeycombed pattern.

 

 

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Words or bones

Words or bones

 

all answers dream

undivided

 

and still,

only a fragment blue

of the sky

is possible

in each moment

 

in the hand,

a portion of time

for this pursuit—

 

to give,

dig deep,

 

give marrow,

 

give hunger’s

blueprint

 

give space between words

that make words

 

is this

enough?

 

The hand

punctuates deep

enough to shape

nourish

ment

 

latent

with the code for sweetness,

or sharp, bitter and

pulled from a deeper

source