I have discovered

I am incapable of learning

I have discovered

the winter light is a carrot

I pull from the garden

I have discovered

the morning is a cattle train

on its way to slaughter

I have discovered

the evening air is a bracelet

around my wrists

I have discovered

all seed

all yearning

I have discovered

it is all going.

∞

From the “Online Exclusives” for the Spring 2013 issue of Inquiring Mind (Vol. 29, No. 2)

© 2013 Roberta Werdinger