by: nick viau
beneath tightly packed rows
of rippling gray.
i was swept to the horizon.
leaving pieces of me
carelessly strewn about
the supple earth.
i traced the seams
with glazing eyes,
while the turkey vultures circled.
i found a loose thread
and pulling, the final pull
climbed through.
on my face,
a familiar warmth.
a soft chime in my ears.
a bittersweetness in my nostrils.
a numbness in my toes. i stood anchored,
in the burning fog,
swaddled in radiant
light
i
let my head sag;
my eyelids fall;
and remained.
Nick Viau 