A Crown of Dust

(a cento)

7

Singularity in passage.

A body of water is, in the end, bu a field
That which in you that was cut

Undisguise me, said the stone to the river

But how long can one return to the sky, how long does it take to reach

burnished grasses, bending slightly, my feet crush crickets, trample

Like time it is everywhere

We love in silence
I think of my mother sitting in a front row of folded chairs

under the silk wind

I have to close my eyes.
I'm alone in the night again thinking
                    
                                   what
does it mean to be rootless?


Line sources:
Marija Knezvevic, Ariana Benson, Rebecca 
Morgan Frank, Brynn Saito, Yu Xiuhua, Sarah
Audsley, Alice Fulton, CD Wright, Bill Mohr,
Claudia Prado, Todd Davis, Brendan Joyce,
Jane Wong