Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Pilgrimage


Every step we take is a pilgrimage -- because every step we take is a step along the journey we make every day across our own holy ground.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Discarded

Mushrooms fossilized into rock,
Steps a mountain’s spine
Compressed into a path
Between two points, a pillar of salt
Some disobedient harridan
Transformed into, or a dinosaur
Tail twisting from calcium deposits
Footprints of those who came before.

The album opens onto a plateau
Glaciers had hidden for eons
Until heat radiated all water away;
Embedded snails long extinct,
Now exposed as hieroglyphic
Tracings of words as things,
Suggest a trajectory across
But fail to enlighten the burden
Carted by elephants over the Alps.

Forlorn as saffron hair let down
Braided into rope, what’s human
Evaporates through that cracked
Shell in the sky, and seas rise,
Filling in all scissors of earth,
Reconfiguring the coastline
From a face to a jigsaw puzzle,
A tar pit that buckles highways,
Where saxifrage cracks a hairline.

[Disposable Poem November 25, 2009]
Dr. Mike

November 25, 2009 at 10:48 PM

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