November 2011
2 posts
Delta
If you have taken this rubble for my past raking through it for fragments you could sell know that I long ago moved on deeper into the heart of the matter
If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction a delta springing from the riverbed with its five fingers spread
-Adrienne Rich
the journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their...
