The first look was invigorating–
A reservoir of lace burgeoning off a needle.
Pieces of it I saved for a few days
Or else, I’ve thrown it away entirely.
Time was, I would have built
A ship and sailed it (had I known how) back
To search for something
In the soil of what home,
Clings to the shoulders
Before falling to the floor.
Its reason, no reason any longer.
Leaving, I would miss the cool fire
Dying in this kiln.
Here I know where everything is found.
Places open and shut enough.
The town changes all around
And becomes more and more like everywhere
Apropos of this
A snapdragon snapped
Stem weighted by head,
Do you see it turns velvet
The broken bit may be placed in water
Trusting here, trusting this,
I’ve set my head on the hat stand
Choosing instead to lie down
In the heart’s granary.
“All Along” originally appeared as part of a collection in Instinct: Poems
published by Bright Hill Press.
Available at ABE books.
“Local Pond” is a digital painting by the author, Joanna StraughnRecommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in