ISSUE: Winter 2015
I write in time to break
into timelessness.
I write for a worldview, so I always
want a literature of experience
that presents me with the borderless.
What I write to is a lost world,
a lost village, a black-and-white photograph
loved in its time-softened tones
with people still alive there:
gray men mouthing their captured laughter
ringing through the decades,
village women in their fashion, the held morals,
the values that last, the things
humans made of enduring meaning.
Let me tell you what we cherished.
I write to recognize and hold on. I write for wholeness.
I write to live through time
and breathe life into that time again.
Oh, slow-losing world of worth and stability,
I write to rescue.
