March 18, 2013
Every moment’s a splitting twig,
a wind that blows
the smoke west then blows it east.
A thousand silver minnows of distraction!
And sleep, my Lethe and opium.
Once in a while I catch myself awake.
That breaks the spell.
A few last splinters of fire
still smoke in the sky, the me,
the open space, the nowhere.
Chase Twichell's most recent book is Horses Where the Answers Should Have Been: New and Selected Poems (2010). She is a student at Zen Mountain Monastery.
Image: Charles Ramburg, HEDGEROW IV. Charcoal on paper, 8" x 8".