What Endures
As published in Pleiades Spring 2024, "On Disability" special folio
As published in Pleiades Spring 2024, "On Disability" special folio
Only the hundredth time this summer
I’m on the verge of giving up when
I see the evening sky reft in two—
west sun-stamped, radiant white,
east low-lidded, monsoon-bruised,
the pines struck brilliant, their bark
loam-dark and rust-rutted, each cleft
weeping musk of damp resin,
needles threaded with rain's lucent beads,
light shattered over every thrust of green,
limbs lichen-starred, a constellatory map
of life clinging to whatever will endure
the desert's scorch and swelter, abide
until the ionized hush of summer's bated breath
exhales in a gust of split-seamed clouds
slaking withered root and parched creek,
exorcizing phantom currents of
swept dust and spent leaves,
showering through the open window
where I wait, face pressed to the screen,
for anything that might convince me to
hold fast as that lichen, stitch myself
to life with the most tenuous of threads:
raw scrape of blown water, sun’s last spark
caught in everything the storm touches,
a hundred cold stars burning on my brow.