A Story About Ashes
In the end no insight grand & electric
gathered me to safety, just two feet against
the ground & the walking they together made
into an away from my years thirsted & furred,
a forest’s unwavering insistence that it be seen
both as a forest & as its trees & at the same time,
the way the saints say God sees us in our multitudes,
our silvered metropolises, & at the same time
the spinning center of wishes we call the soul.… Read the rest