Today's poem is by Nathan Hoks
Flight to the Interior
I've got secrets I'm about to leave in the river
And it makes me feel homeless to stand here
Having to think them through.
Silence yourself, says the tree line
You are miniature, absorbing
Time on your way to the end of the tunnel.
You are about to enter an orange plain
And the sound in your head will be
A car starting in the rain. You will fill yourself
With pockets. You will file your nails
Until the heart of your ghost fills with glowing juice.
Finally you feel fully washed of your self,
Blown into several pieces of sky, transparent
But also a bloblike raindrop.
For the rest of the day you will glue
Blue and green squares to the tree trunks.
Every rotting leaf is a form of speculation
You have inherited from the raindrop.
When the shadow splatters, the thing itself splatters.
All of us become the river.
Copyright © 2013 Nathan Hoks All rights reserved
from The Narrow Circle
Penguin Group (USA)
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