Sisyphusina

So tired, rocks settling in back of my eyes. Bone particles
of sand + flat, smooth black rocks + a waterfall = a Zen
garden. But not calm. Immeasurably loaded.

Flat, smooth rocks and a waterfall. Black vultures fly so
high in southern Africa, tradition says they see the future.
Immeasurably & loaded like Dickinson’s gun. A vista
crawls through dugouts, or (depending on the observer’s
position) pillows, of gray static.

Vultures fly high. Want to sit this one out. Matter crawls
through pillows, gray. Listen to wind’s changing seasons:
winter wind, springwind, summer’s wind, fall.

I want to sit. Sleep the color of iron, pressing in-between.
Wind, a new season, paws at tree branches. Vultures use
gravity as a tool, dropping bones to the ground to crack
open their marrow.




From Sisyphusina (Pank Books, 2020). Reprinted with the permission of the author. All rights reserved.