(a myth of consequences)
The ivy across our back fence tangles gray
into a green evening light.
How a second emptiness
un-punctuates the first.
we attempt to construct.
An ache will tighten
but not form.
even this upsurge of crows across our sightline.
The Mayans invented zero so as not to ignore even the gods
who wouldn't carry their burdens.
Too slippery as prayer, too effortless
Our problem was preparation. Premeditation
neutered any rage potential.
Years later, the spine of our backyard
appears to have always been crooked.
White jasmine, dove-calm in the lattice, is not
a finely crafted lure.
Rusty Morrison, "History of sleep" from Beyond the Chainlink. Copyright © 2014 by Rusty Morrison. Reprinted by permission of Ahsahta Press.
Source: Beyond the Chainlink
(Ahsahta Press, 2014)