An arctic, oblique light— Grave, earthward— Roughs in a snowfield's scoured basin, A curved pine-flecked horizon, As if onto a province The door of an Advent calendar Opened—parenthetical Whispered as an aside, Tallies and marginalia Erased, yet readable still In the sleet-lacquered gullies And scored rock, A province severed From the present, Marooned in the tectonic Slippage, in the stress Fractures of the mythic.
From The Pear as One Example by Eric Pankey. Copyright © 2008 by Eric Pankey. Published by Ausable Press. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.