Friday, June 11, 2021

Deadline & Dandelion: A poem.

 



Deadline & Dandelion




I was looking for direction, an answer: a word; it began with d.

Discussion, downturn, diffident.

700 thousand silver marks?
A room, papered in maps?
A suitcase, with words on it?

I packed the case, began the journey and arrived at the snow;
an avalanche.
I retreated; 
walked back through the seasons, the fall, the summer, the spring.  
Time is not a spiral after all; it is a pendulum swinging into 
winter over and over.

Deaden, dredged, double-dip.

I painted on my suitcase large words of resistance:
Desolation,
decenter,
defenestration,
deluge.