My Hollows

by | Jun 13, 2023 | Issue Thirty-Three, Poetry

              – for Gary Snyder

Let me say these words now, 
in the light, before you go – 
Wind across the North Cascades
is unbearably quiet this morning

I never hitchhiked a thousand miles
of summer highway, put up hay,
painted a boat, never stood beside 
footstones in a garden near Kyoto, but 

I have seen axe handles swim wide rivers
that couldn’t be crossed, but the handles
didn’t know they couldn’t swim, so 
they did, swimming on words – 
big ones, small ones – words 
so full of their own truth
I couldn’t help but believe

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