Articles/Essays – Volume 57, No. 2


Tell us the dream where you entered the mountain
and left all your gold for the dawn

      how you

dropped your robes of light become smoke
and slipped off the worn shoes of the pilgrim

you redacted the text of your spirit
      permitting its vapor to rise
      keeping only the crystalline salt of your soul

stepped into a small perfect skin
and greeted us
as though we had something to teach you