Stay with me;
with the rain and
the animals and the fire.
Because what we love
is here and under the knife.
Once unconquerable,
the ribbon
inside reached all the limbs
and was not simply
a land by these rivers.
The water now
follows a different path;
chosen by obstructions
upstream.
It flows without purpose
and sadly empties itself
out of itself like a old
summer wind.
We have known
this step is the sky and is
fertile to swallow
armies and lovers whole.
This is why we chose this spot.
I will stay and mend the felt;
a promiscuity of twigs and lice
like ash. it
takes sacrifice
to ride
where we were shaken out
from. Be ready,
be ready, be ready because
it is not enough to busy ourselves.
We must walk
where all the seasons
grow and desiccate--together.
I know the place.
Let's eat: fermented mare's milk
vegan spring rolls
horse flesh,
coconut water.
"It flows without purpose
ReplyDeleteand sadly empties itself
out of itself like a old
summer wind."
this made me see a windsock painted like a koi fish hanging limply from a post on a HOT HOT day