for my parents
the gaze into distance
black sheep across, with their
off-spring - & also generations
door at door. in the night that
flickering mountain range,
by day true to its stratification.
last century’s wind in hallways
& staircases. taking the nightly
elevator, in my back this gaze
of stucco, angel like & melancholic,
& that liftboy’s pervading one,
out of the fading daguerreotype.
hidden whisper behind & after me,
& in hans castorp’s conviction,
the knowledge of what settles
down on sleeping lungs. now,
in the morning the swiss paradox
of frozen rocks’ layer walls,
disappearing cows & steep green
slopes, sickened by periodontal
disease. behind tops of snow &
the focused summit’s cross another
mountain range & a valley again
& so forth, transcendence without
human announcement, the moment,
immersion - free of charge - into
the course of fossilized gravitation
towards earth, the vertical cut into
& any time. in an instant eye’s blink
swifts & their shrill screams.
published in: Florida English, 2008, vol. 6, Special Imagist Issue, p. 28.