Saturday, January 23, 2010

Face Forward

You find each of your thoughts so precious
that you follow their train
boxcar after boxcar linked by the hitch
rickety tracks, fear you follow to the train’s caboose

Clinging to each anxiety
you crawl carefully into a body sized
cargo box, drag a trowel across its walls,
awaken to a pattern cemented by your hand
systematically patting the hardened block

to tell yourself there is nothing beyond
In the arresting motion,
you missed a crack
emitting white light

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