Prayer-curse For A New Year
Coyote's bowed head in the flashlight
and the thickness of frost out across the field
is a sign of something in the New Year
A hunted thing - silence in the crook of a tree
mistaken for meaning and darkness
You could crawl in that space - live out a life
unexamined - the hermit - a cowl and staff ready
if only you could open your drawn-on mouth
On the drive home you cannot escape yellow eyes
the sign of possession in every movie ever made
The trickster god opens his mouth and fills
the world with flies and sparking lanterns
polyhedral dice fall in clatters on the tin roof
The sound of grass shattering is a year-is-over sound
a year-is-starting promise that could -
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02 January 2017
05 September 2016
Poem-A-Day #189 : A Prayer Or Curse It Is Hard To Tell
A Prayer Or Curse It Is Hard To Tell
I press my hand into the earth
and because my hands are dry
I can feel every grain roll over me
It's a polishing
Like pressing yourself into a tub of dried lentils
bare feet on the roundness of river stones
My hand in the sand
fingernails on roots and begin to spread out
I say something intelligible
a mumble into time and space
that echoes but never deciphers
A prayer or curse it is hard to tell
I press my hand into the earth
and because my hands are dry
I can feel every grain roll over me
It's a polishing
Like pressing yourself into a tub of dried lentils
bare feet on the roundness of river stones
My hand in the sand
fingernails on roots and begin to spread out
I say something intelligible
a mumble into time and space
that echoes but never deciphers
A prayer or curse it is hard to tell
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