A Compulsion to Empty the Container
Fear arrives each night. That’s when the cattails’ story of a more delicate sorrow
slips away from the ditches along the road and rests. You have to be careful. You never
know what the despair is thinking.
Maria enters my room with a warm towel. Her children are waiting for their
supper. She watches me sleeping. I am not sleeping.
Mother’s resting in the atrium. Sunset exhausts her. She dreams of green birds.
She coughs and whispers.
Not the thing said but the way of saying it.
As if the story were full of the past and the cattails had sent something escaping to
As if you did not know what you had become.
As if you were standing in the waves, caressing the ocean.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.