Evening by Diana Savostaite Art In rainy darkness last night wind quickly dragged uphill applewood smoke cedar fish Who was there standing boots in pale silty mud molten above the hardness winter’s legacy clinging on It was him watching smoke as headlamp photons withered white flecks dotting black rain undecided snow shimmering in lamplight against the void Circuits of stars slowly rotating an imaginary disk around an arbitrary hub unique in the Universe to this vantage cycling through night behind black clouds We think it true even unseen but on a clear night we know it Smoke crawls upward along forested slopes when none can see Tomorrow rain adheres scent distant tree trunks remember whose muddied boots wrinkly rain pants wetted shirt comforted in angling in freezing rain obtuse to Earth’s plane A particle man here or there defying rhythms circadian alert aware snapping twig gonging grill lid woman-bird her song ephemeral waves carry it to him elsewhere beneath a blackened sea swaying pines towering he darts as his quarry once did Where fish fall complete their circle men grow then rot as all does do will For now hard-won meal improbable what you’ve done tiniest grapple thinnest thread unseen in the seam you predicted prevailed What value of things food clothes shelter inside orange warmth radiates outside white smoke spirals disappearing to the unknown Particle man predict his location but never when state the time he could be anywhere a quantum his own state invisible inconsequential unconquerable © Matty Adams 2023
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AuthorMatty Adams (born Matt Stinchfield), 9th generation English colonist living on ancestral lands of Abenaki peoples. A person who writes prose and poetry, non-fiction (even if you don't believe it is true). Let us not define beings by the things they do, but by the love they bring. Please do not confuse my work as a definition of me. Archives
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