Desert

 

I’m hiding

in the back of my life, crouching

in a blurry transparence of passwords

and wrong places at the wrong times

- but freshly laid asphalt roads,

reworked from bottom up

to facilitate heavy military vehicles,

make road biking smooth, sweepy

and head windy

 

On the opposite side of Something

lies Nothing

 

I go where the compass points

 

I break out of the chains of irresistibility,

into the openness

of David Hinton’s DESERT,

generously allowed with empty spaces,

relief and white pages

sparsely ornate with distant words

and mountains; an eagle on the thermals,

but I remain an unidentified moment

in the void of eternity,

flowing in a sea of ancient breaths,

thirteen billion years old light tapping

on my consciousness,

patterns putting up resistance

in a denial travelled by Voyager I & II

 

Light shimmers on the ocean

 

The mountains wrinkle their crevasses,

and erode into sandy plains





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-06 at 12:17

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shells
Drawn in by the first few lines, then enjoyed the unpredictability of the rest of the piece through to the descriptive fitting final two lines.
2024-09-07


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
very good
2024-09-06