he sits he sits he sits
he sits the horse
he sits the world
he sits the horse of the world
there is, he says, a holiness
in days of change
just as in the driftless,
the windrow, the common nighthawk
in days of change
just as in the driftless,
the windrow, the common nighthawk
so too the fish of twilight,
mayflies and the face
of the river, a kiss, firs’
brush of nettle with nettle on leaf
mayflies and the face
of the river, a kiss, firs’
brush of nettle with nettle on leaf
some say there’s a skeleton out here
somewhere, a symbol of cleanliness,
spread ashes, a cherry tree
somewhere, a symbol of cleanliness,
spread ashes, a cherry tree
there is a drop cloth, tyvek, dacron
a swather a bailer a rake
half a life in this husbandry
a swather a bailer a rake
half a life in this husbandry
in the tall grasses what do we do
with the old stick but walk with it,
find its origin, climb, and sit
with the old stick but walk with it,
find its origin, climb, and sit
Read on . . .
“Carmelita/Michael,” a poem by Michael Reyes