wandering
by panta rhei
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-21 08:35:00
each trance
pales in the sky
each wind
mends the lull
breath, underground
through winter: the coma
of dream
scratched in loam
and in rock
dawn
it’s the dawn
in your step
and the
ashes
in the cracks
of cries:
white faces
hanging on the
line. the weeds
crushed in the field
i pass
into the first
nomad hour
into the last
sleeping seed
i listen
break the bread
i am air’s
only
stammered
relic