wild cartography of longing . . .
Emptiness looks like this: a bleached skeleton
of earth and sky, a black backbone of road.
The wind unfastens songs caught in the barbed
wire fence, gives the earth no home.
The loneliness that haunts you is of abandoned farms,
carcass husks, a child walking into the dark.
Your body is a sweet vocabulary I discover
one syllable at a time...bunchgrass, buck brush, bullrushes.
There is joy in the grace notes of the meadowlark,
the triumphant shoots of barley, this wild cartography of longing.
- Rosemary Griebel
textures: Flyedges and Tim Jones. Thank you!