Not Poetry Thursday

 First Forty Days
 ~Michelle Gil-Montero

1

Muddled stillness
All summer
Sun

Punched the yellow jacket nest

Cavernous paper
Valved like a parched heart

Over and over
I let it

Beat outside
My body

No dark to cradle
The living part

2

The glare sears seeing 
                       Something moves out of the corner
                                                                    Often it is more           nothing 
Tumbling
From its silk sack.             

This stillness

                          Shifts. Streak 

Of tiny particulars
Pained in relation: the experience still

So still
It is invisible?

It will settle, I will tell you
Where the edges belong

3

River
That bare aspiring edge
That killing arrow
             Feathered from its
Own wing

Then the third
River forms

When pain’s lit

Taper
Drips

Soft lip
Of my vision

Effacing, radiates
A late, silty light
My life

Slowly bottoming
Into thought

Copyright © 2018 Michelle Gil-Montero. Used with permission of the author.