June 30, 2013
Gathering ground a mile a minute
gaining time between sun waking
and tide rising
Soul soaring on a fish hawk’s crooked wings
racing the day but losing the same
South and East with God’s eye on a seaside sparrow
Pluff mud’s perfume
Pulling
me
down
Resurrection fern don't need no cross to die and rise up
Just rain
Collecting Carolina names along the way
Congaree
pushing muddy and
slow
A ruin at Yemassee
piecing together some unseen whole
Combahee
and Edisto wandering wild
Salkehatchie nursing Ashepoo in
sinuous
sacred
flow
Back uphill past the rivers I go
North against the grain
Galloping over asphalt
in and out
and in and out
of rain
Racing the coming night stalking from the west
Another contest gladly lost
Life's clock impossible to reset
