Tidal Basin

Germination Detail Part III, by Leslie Shellow

contemplations about what stays in the net

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Day's Lines of Reasoning

funny: The purple feather on my dash flew out the window. What do I know?

             1. television:

              The spicebush swallowtail caterpillar has false eyes;
              you cannot tell when it is walking away 

            2. grocery:

A bar code swiped
identifies a package by its

Who is there?

The cotton in my ears must have arrived in my sleep. I couldn’t hear by morning.

By midday, curious, the silence was louder than the noise of petals falling.

Dreamed pieces clack and slide in auricular tubing against hammer, anvil, stirrup

no one can hear
but me

I took my knowing
down by the river,
washed it, and let it go

3. she hung in silks across my path
tangled and free,
like me,
not you.

breakfast: it was too late to eat dinner, so I ate breakfast.

no margarine

            4. a sunrise.

1 comment:

  1. Sarah, this is stunning. The stanza which reads: "I took my knowing / down by the river, / washed it, and let it go" resonates with me. The imagery and meaning are profound.