A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

carried

I sought a calmer wind,
a breeze that would blow me by,
comb through my hair;
leave me to linger through 
whirling leaf-buds passing;
complete my sentences

-he can't say what he's saying-
modernity - empiricism & empires
history - text & blood
conflict - if exists is one-sided

though this has only always
been the case, been
that we are the early spring's
leaf-buds around us in the breeze
easy chasing in gracious flight
the height of the day,
only until the squall settles,
and the dirt falls
and we tremble from inside

4 comments:

  1. I felt very carried, reading your poem. Took me - I think - past the spaces of faltering eloquence to what's beyond or after that (vulnerability? heightened senses? coming to rest?)

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