January 10th, 2015

Track 2, Sigur Ros, 2001

I keep going back to dark corners in which I've hid
versions of myself - the tobacco fields of Simsbury
the shadows of Elizabeth garden

When I go back I expect
those other girls to have accomplished
a great deal in my absence

one will be training a whole colony of rabbits
another will be twisting dandelions into someone's hair.

I hate to look East, even if that's where
the city is. Its mouth yawns against the dawn
or dusk and rips the sky apart.

My back to the plow, I work the land
while keeping an eye to the setting sun.