To forget
December 18th, 2009 § Leave a Comment
because
a snake with its mouth like a flower
lived here, the rocks of the field
sprang up to be a shrine
their domestic gravity
rips me through every tissue
calling me
with bells at the door,
dream furniture…
and with my heart’s full beating
I
touch
down.
O planet that enters my feet and takes my body! Not to know you.
To forget.
Joanna Wiebe, 1984
