Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Once Upon A Time

There is some part of my past

here, amongst the cobbled

hobgobbled rock wall

the industrious windmill

the bare feet of civilization

positioning on hostile ground


This is a past I do not know;

I have fallen out of touch

with her arcs and creases.

The symbols of her bright fine

cloak are of a forgotten language


Soft in form, firm in stature


She’s not going anywhere.


framed by dividing wall,

grounded on barren earth

immortalized by spinning spokes

and extended sails.


Without her, I (we) am nothing

but I can’t remember her name.

5/27/10

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