Broken
Why do people break?
We are not made of glass.
Cryptocrystalline
Obsidian
Transparent volcanic remains—
But vessels;
Ganglion
Blood
Neural and venal pathways…
Saphenous, jugular, femoral.
Broken
We bleed.
Thankful
Thank God
The apples turned red on the tree.
And the moss was lush beneath my toes
--bare
The soul lies intricately,
extending stem to stern
like a spider web
between sills and jambs.
Void
Trained to see
and record
negative spaces
I entered them--
As if the void
was a room to be occupied.
A chair, a lamp, a bed,
The open window
My only means of escape.
Osteo-dendrochronology
Someone said the body remembers
What the mind forgets.
Maybe that is soul. The soul.
Maybe, if you cross-sectioned a limb, and arm or a leg
You could see in a dendrochronological
way
The ring that depicts the trauma
Pinpoints the moment
That changed your life.
November
December extinguishes
The somber
Umber
Amber
Of November.
Microcosm
An oriole’s nest in winter
Fragile tenacious hiatus
The longer you know something
The smaller it gets.
Manhattan
Threaded by tendrils
Main arteries and building debris
We dangle from bridges of self importance,
Unbeknownst
To hail
and other
Wind driven forces.