From The Seed Thieves
Marick Press
$14.95, 104 pp.
Here’s the front door
approximately. Here’s the threshold,
the opening
to a room of charred walls.
Before us now, half-razed beams,
the intricate architecture
of rubble. In our hands,
this map of a place once here,
recovered from ash.
What will we make of this light
through which, now lifting its beams
in emptiness, it’s clear
how the dust unsettles us,
and how, even lifting our hands to pray
we disturb the air.
