Albus
Light happens to be behind / all wonder, even your little piles. / When I see your / hands and his hands, / earth everywhere, the earth bowled out. / Spores and worms and dirt under your nails. / The start of all starts.
Megan M. Garr is the author of The Preservationist Documents (Pilot Books, 2012) and the editor of the literary & arts journal Versal, which she founded in 2002. Originally from Nashville, USA, Megan now lives in Amsterdam, the Netherlands.
Light happens to be behind / all wonder, even your little piles. / When I see your / hands and his hands, / earth everywhere, the earth bowled out. / Spores and worms and dirt under your nails. / The start of all starts.
And there at the upturn earth we kneel to speak Color as much as anywhere dear island It is a god’s frenzy that heaves holy water into the willing air And it is there silica there obsidian there enough to believe in heaven But is that fear that tremor or is it fingers tilling this earth to land upon ...
What we leave when we leave A planet somewhere Its aluminum seas If at dawn and if its strands And if its forms and tendons Where the land where there is nothing hushed The glacier’s ablation we are propelled Hold vast fast To the atmosphere its skins The empty empty Miles homewards cold for days No less than stars their shudders No less than home unblinking Wake to this second your Everything summoned on reentry Look now how the city Let fall the land a whole country Continue to “Terrane” ...
