told presuming the scrubbed forecast after
Told presuming the scrubbed forecast after,
Origins and endings knead together
Dough whole unloaved; their globed nethers gather
Draped and yielding bridled in tamed leather.
Loose reins on such pliant heft cannot draw
Either right or left, neither east nor
West, so I spin potential poise to straw.
It is swept, sorted and bundled before
Stone grinding with a plumb alchemist claw.
Origins and endings bleed together
Bitter and sweet, so balanced we crave more
Each gristle filled cream pie we see and saw.
Rock cleansed, or not, fields fruit, or not, whether
Man, or not, plans with skill, or not, to store
All bounty, or not, for famine and awe
Not present but expected fresh and raw.
An acrostic self portrait
For background on the poems I’ve published on Medium see “about these poems”.
