There are places and times where "what is" is only "what was" and to come across them is to rediscover some part of yourself that you had thought lost.
Here each seems to have ended
Where a fence leans into nothing,
Keeping nothing in nor out now,
Whatever once here having gone
The way of the barn, its bare bones
Leaning too in a pasture wild
With tall weeds and prairie grass,
Old seed bags folded with frost.
The fence staggers on and then
Simply stops, limping wires rusty
And the posts more holding on
Than holding up, as though
They had forgotten where it was
They had been going and why.
Such emptiness no longer seems
A place but a permanent past,
Dimension beyond any measuring.
But between a fence post and wire
A spider web holds them together
And from it, a single thin thread
From which hangs a white moth,
Desiccated body slowly swinging
Like a pendulum, its hollow husk
A tiny ticking against a milkweed
Pod like a clock running down,
Time and space being relative.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-10-30 at 16:59
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Relativity
Time and space being relative,Here each seems to have ended
Where a fence leans into nothing,
Keeping nothing in nor out now,
Whatever once here having gone
The way of the barn, its bare bones
Leaning too in a pasture wild
With tall weeds and prairie grass,
Old seed bags folded with frost.
The fence staggers on and then
Simply stops, limping wires rusty
And the posts more holding on
Than holding up, as though
They had forgotten where it was
They had been going and why.
Such emptiness no longer seems
A place but a permanent past,
Dimension beyond any measuring.
But between a fence post and wire
A spider web holds them together
And from it, a single thin thread
From which hangs a white moth,
Desiccated body slowly swinging
Like a pendulum, its hollow husk
A tiny ticking against a milkweed
Pod like a clock running down,
Time and space being relative.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 669 times
Written on 2010-10-30 at 16:59
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