Thrown From The Window

A Poem

Photo by Clark Young on Unsplash

The stones gather
into an approximation of glass
of that reformed beginning that was supposed to have worked
to get you here/ to my side
If only the tattoos didn’t
fade
This yellow light
glancing off shrinking snow & dirty grass
the putting off of all the motions
that were supposed to stay
beside us
You build up the goddess
saying whatever you had planned on
offering indictment of the words
grazing the atmosphere
The stones gather
& like all cairns the memories withdraw
into the pockmarks
into the stories written down
& even some that aren’t

J.D. Harms 2020