H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t
D a u g h t e r s
of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 :
A r c h i v e s E d i
t i o n
KATIE YATES
M,
Where once was gravitas now, a tree
falls, into the highway, and me,I go up and down
the stairs, I figure I may as well be
humble, finally under the grief of homeownership, far
from the stars, the skies I've looked to,
now, it's the foundation, seeing how the house is
put together, a world away from my heart
or is it the same, a garden, a multiple thing,
always, coming up from underneath, almost
always without warning, a midwinter gift,
grasping, calling it love, again, pulling
the screwdriver out, the saw, the electricity
[Originally
published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/katie_yates.html.]