In summer, I was redolent; in winter
I ate carefully from stores of water
and fat down in the cool cellar. Each
round of yarn that passed through
the hook, each heart-root planted
in the dark, reminded me of the more
difficult work to come: what to do
or say that will roll back the stone
from the mouth of the cave; how to offer
the ache in the side to the salt of the day.
In response to small stone (225).
3 Replies to “Vigil”
Sometimes reading you and Seon Joon in tandem is like being interrogated. Not sure which is the good cop and which is the bad cop. You take turns, I guess?
xoxo wonderful wonderful poem. http://koshtra.blogspot.com/2013/03/privacy-and-completion.html
Step forward into the light please, Favier. :)
Nice closure–like the last line and the fact that the closure is an opening.