Monday, February 20, 2012

Staring at a Sunny Sky

I can't stop
stirring the dirt to powder

to get behind
what is there

it's out in the open
not seen


Rusty Kjarvik said...

your past few posts have been a self-taught tightrope on which my frail and fragile mind walks with ease.

by the way, you certainly raised my spirits the day i saw your last comment.


William A. Sigler said...

I've been thinking for the past day and a half about that pun of taut/taught you laid on me, Rusty. It's an unforgettable metaphor, the tightrope "artist", of the relationship between reading and writing, especially poetry: the circus, the risk, the rarefied air, the fight against nature, the unnatural materials, the human will to get to the other side...