Dancin' Moon Songcast Ep. 68 Artifacts, Mid-Winter Hike & Before You Teach | POETRY SERIES EPISODE!

artifacts

 

I'm burying my head deep

into a distant May

 

a stretch from this late January where an

unseasonable warmth

has reawakened

these lilacs beneath my skin

 

(they sprawl, varicose,

purple clusters

across my forearms

around the backs

of my shoulders)

 

come close

it's on my breath

the soil radiant but cool

just three handfuls down:

water from a spring melt filtering

deep to the roots

 

the china-doll's broken foot

spent shell casings

and chimney stones

marked by old fires have torn

my nails

wedged the nutrients deep into

my fingers

where growth begins

 

 

mid-winter hike

1

home is where I'm too whole and each

step in any direction

is the losing of something

 

I replace the pieces

with something new—

light on the crusted snow

leg bone of a deer

gnawed twice,

by coyote and myself

trying to get at the marrow

of things

 

I want to return satiated

full of something I hadn't missed

before, so spent I'm unable

to sleep for dreaming

 

2

pine cones grow warm

on the side of this hill

where sun has drawn back

the snow

 

the dry grass, the needles

glow with an idea of what spring is—

memory and prophecy

 

the cones open

their wooden petals

and seeds are always hidden

near the center waiting for

fire

 

only wind

and the winter birds' chatter

can speak so patiently

of the slow hand of sun opening up

everything

a bit at a time

unhurried

 

3

I'm not alone out here,

someone dogs me

at every turn

I fumble to recall

the name

as I stumble home

carrying words

so as not to jostle them

into a trite retelling

who is it? I spin

who's there?

 

out this far, it's impossible

to be alone

 

 

before you teach

1

a few hours before class

drive out Tinton road

until you leave any traffic

behind you

the trees will not distract you

they will stand

perfectly still

 

here, you must leave the

the beaten path

and join them along

an ancient road left

overgrown

 

wind your way among them