As Deep as an Inch
a crown-
ing awn of
wild emmer
wheat spike-
lets, fallen,
will open &
pawl, open
& pawl—
as nights’
& days’
humidities
go spherical—
to cinch its
dry rattle
of seed
into floor.
So profound
are the impolite
mechanics
of even
a frond
of as fundamental
a meals
as grasses,
it surpasses
the grasp of
academia’s
minds,
ever
breaking
aside, little
by little
the strains—
tremendous spines
in brittle
alliance—
thought
to separate
artwork
from science.
Seven Wishbones Guard
the Seahorse’s Chest
—not six, not eight, however
seven’s as evolution’s
deemed greatest—for
every horse wears
the similar vest
of vees overlapped
one throughout the following,
a chevron of geese,
a breast of plates
that flex. One
suspects the fishes
with solely six needs
have been too quickly
crushed, whereas
eight’s only one too
a lot wishbone’s-
price of weight.
A chainmail hyperlink
too nice, you sink.
Staying pliant’s
this armor’s artwork—
and a assure
of buoyancy
for the ocean-
roaming coronary heart.
A Bat Goes Wherever
Reply Fails Inquiry
and follows that
failure intently.
Let’s say you misplaced
your hat and went
out after it and
stored after it and
solely got here again to
sleep the search
off periodically.
That’s what a bat’s
about. The place echo
drowns—that’s
the place it’s drawn.
It casts for depth
and reels itself
down, winding
a means fabricated from
cavity. Say you
discovered a thread
of tremendous sorrow
or a forged of remorse
on a stone wall,
and couldn’t cease
making a ball.
What should you fell
for the absence
of reflection in
a nicely—a nicely
that didn’t appear
to finish within the
typical pool of
cool water?
How far would
you tunnel after
a vanishing level
that stored
vanishing additional?
Is that this what it
means to say
ceaselessly? What’s
higher than phrases
that don’t go away
tracks or reply
an echo again?
Possibly nobody
however you is aware of
what a wayfinding
squeak you
make. Possibly
nobody however you
actually has to.
There are pockets
of world solely
you slip into,
grooves of thoughts
so deep no sleep
will plumb them.
And you may’t hold
from them.
Todd Boss up to date bio right here.
Learn extra poetry by Todd Boss in Terrain.org: the Letter to America poem “She’s Going to Be Lovely” and three poems.
Header picture by Porawat Suepchaktip, courtesy Shutterstock. Photograph of Todd Boss by René Treece Roberts.
