To See A Spider Web

I’ll see you
When I’m somebody else,
Having sewn cotton sweaters
To skin as if growth rings
Taken from missing heart beats,
Selecting design by where
They’d be found
In relevance
To once familiar photographs,
Hair grown like limestone lamina
An introduction into reclamation
Through loss,
To be closer when further away,
Continued water damage
In controlled amounts
To reveal fossils
Under varying light,

The only true change
A landscape experiences
Is a shift in context,

Still it seems
A forest will always be
More welcoming than a desert
And a handshake
Cannot compare to hug
And though these pasture shoulders
Have given birth to boulders,
And this chest once lined
With World War trenches
Has become a deciduous community –
The bones of my former fauna
Are still buried within me

How beautiful is that?


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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