Monday, January 23, 2017

Guided Tour

Do you remember Lake Mungo well enough for a poem?
Question asked by my mother

there are fossils in the memory 
that can be uncovered
by the faintest swirl of wind
roads get rewritten
we leave ourselves in the places we visit
i am half and you are half

here i am
a small fist of bleached bone,
here you are
the ribcage that sheltered me

dry surface
shallow hills
seems lifeless
everything important 
occurs somewhere hidden

wooden structures crumble
undoing of shallow history
bone things become ash
stories run deep glacial
radical rising

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