TO SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE
When faced with overwhelming
calamity or tenderness, the man said
oh, wow. I loved the man for this.
It wasn’t even morning & yet
I myself was faced with something,
an understanding perhaps,
of the way stacking works.
I should’ve told the man this,
but I didn’t. I was too overwhelmed
to say anything to anyone, except.
THE TREES ARE FULL OF CONSEQUENCE
See, me, standing beneath
what light makes it through,
wound without wound.
I am kidding.
I am impossible without
a wall that is cool
to the touch, a window
that looks out over various
griefs. See, you, sitting
in the kind of dark
that only wants you to know
how a decision gets made.
THE PLUM
Because of the sweetness of a plum I shall be taking the afternoon.
I will take the afternoon to the lake, & I will teach the afternoon how
to swim. The afternoon will be invigorated by this new possibility, &
will move through the water for hours & hours, which mean nothing
to the afternoon, the lake, or the plum. When the afternoon looks to
the shore for me, I will be there. Why would I abandon it? I am not a
person who is convinced of the ways of the world. I am like a
pebble, in that way.
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Dalton Day is a preschool teacher and the author of Exit, Pursued and Spooky Action at a Distance. He can be found at tinyghosthands.com.