01-24-2022, 03:10 AM
The crooked place
where go moves immaculately forward
while no go retreats.
Outside, the dog barks against the cold.
My mind finds liberation
in definition. I turn to my winter-count:
the roots of words,
a son’s ghost, and a time before go,
even before no go.
It’s an even orbit and a soft landing,
this circling of words
that defy the robot go/no go.
where go moves immaculately forward
while no go retreats.
Outside, the dog barks against the cold.
My mind finds liberation
in definition. I turn to my winter-count:
the roots of words,
a son’s ghost, and a time before go,
even before no go.
It’s an even orbit and a soft landing,
this circling of words
that defy the robot go/no go.