and months are travelers of eternity.
Nose Mountain, mongrel clouds lift a sad shroud, grey and
yield to green-up. a few furtive songbirds mate among stoic
a little over bird cries, "teacher, teacher." on Nose
weather instruments stand alone. the white weather
stands alone. the clear rain gauge stands alone and i, like
firetower, stand alone watching for forest fires while the
works on me. but the firetower is condemned, unstable,
even and i its captive migrant. i scratch my crotch like
do in public then enter the cedar cabin to a dawn chorus
in the Middle East, nuclear weapons broiling around the
globe and women telling their war rape stories. i turn down
heat and wander outside searching for something to hold
ladder on the firetower, too cold. i see myself as a white-rumped
hovering above thinking, no hands. lingering snow drifts
the alpine magnetic field surges crackling the wind's
i wonder how not to discipline a specter. i see and hear
orchids hidden under spruce. i see and hear in between
i have known. i see myself as a white wolf howing,
will the cities ring of freedom, when?" the mountain shakes,
orgasm and says nothing. it's too soon. i have just arrived.
collapsed into the silence or something naked. but an albiino
appears and grasps the rain gauge with its grinning teeth
iinto the bush while a flock of pink bohemian waxwings fly
with the weather station. "ah, relative freedom," i shout
peeking skull. but i am afraid. will defiant mountains be
the mountain has much to say, it cannot all be translated.
will we too disappear?
the illuminated darkness
On a rocky mountain
Eclipse the moon
published in Breathing Nose Mountain
by Vivian Demuth, Long Shot Productions, Hoboken, NJ, 2004.