Feb 09, 2011 15:14
"Relearning the Alphabet: T" Denise Levertov
--yes, to continuance: into
that life beyond the dead-end where
(in a desert time of
dry strange heat, of dust
that tinged mountain clouds with copper,
turn of the year impending unnoticed,
the cactus shadows brittle thornstars,
time of
desolation) I was lost.
The forest is holy.
the sacred paths are of stone.
A clearing.
The altars are shifting deposits of pineneedles,
hidden waters,
streets of choirwood,
not what the will thinks to construct for its testimonies.
poetry